I give thanks for life and all it has given me.
With my eyes when open, as I face my life,
I clearly distinguish between black and white;
And see that the night sky is all strewn with stars;
And find my beloved even in a crowd.
I give thanks for life and all it has given me.
The true gift of hearing all manner of sounds
Night and day I hear crickets and canaries; construction and traffic; barking dogs and sudden rain. And the tender voice of my well beloved.
I give thanks for life and all it has given me.
The sounds of my voice and the gift of language
To utter the objects of thoughts and emotions: Mother, friend and brother and light to illumine
The spiritual path of my well beloved.
I give thanks for life and all it has given me.
The will to march on upon these tired feet
That carried me through big cities and puddles;
Beaches and deserts, high mountains and plains;
All the way to your street, to your house and your yard.
I give thanks for life and all it has given me
A heart that is stirred when I look around me;
I regard the fruit of all human knowledge;
I measure how far goodness is from evil;
And I can gaze deeply into your clear eyes.
I give thanks for life and all it has given me
From the lift of laughter to the depth of weeping
I can tell the difference between joy and grief
Opposite emotions that inform my song;
And the songs you sing which are the same song;
And the songs of all which are also my song.