The Sampler Song

Just a little to the left of the big front window
In the house where I was born and raised
Up on the wall, all framed in golden
And sown with love, hung a simple phrase.

And when the world grew dark and troubled
And the cold hard times seemed there to stay
Those little words spelled out their treasure
And shown a light on a weary day.

"I cannot play, I cannot sing
But I can try like anything."
These little words spelled out their treasure
And shown a light on the weary day.

Against the wall, the old piano
Brought me tears from time to time
When Mama played her gentle music
It spoke to me in endless rhyme.

I could not play, I could not sing
But I could try like anything
When Mama played her gentle music
It spoke to me in endless rhyme.

Now and then the years bring back the hours
When a kindly word was a worthy friend
And that little phrase sewn 'round with flowers
Brings a gift of love and some light again.

"I cannot play, I cannot sing
But I can try like anything."
Those little words sewn 'round with flowers
Brings a gift of love and some light again.

Those little words sewn 'round with flowers
Brings a gift of love and some light again.

Words and music by Bill Staines,
by Mineral River Music/BMI