Once in morning contemplation, soft rain conversation. Fallin' softly on my pain. And far away a bittersweet refrain. Keeps a callin' me. . It was in the early spring, hills alive with rushin' springs.
In the evenin' when you're all alone. And you're layin' on your couch at home. Maybe it's-a one of those days when everything is wrong. 'Cause you feel like all your friends are gone, you're friends are gone.
I'll play for you, I'll play for you, I'll play for you. . Tonight while the lights are shinin'. And the microphone is on, I'll play for you. So many will be the blessings.