Lyrics by John Hall
Music by Jake Heggie
A Gift to Share
Are my songs numbered
By some accountant…Norn
Who keeps a score
of every note I utter
my ev‘ry vocal flutter,
‘til I can sing…no more?
Should I be stingy
and number ev‘ry note
that you will hear?
A vocal inventory
Becomes an allegory
For what I really fear…Silence.
It is the silence
that in some future time
will come to me now
makes my song ring clearer
and your attention dearer.
Let’s make a memory.
So look around you.
Remember who you’re with
and if you dare
recall just how you’re feeling.
For music can be healing
and songs are meant to share.
Copyright ©1995 John Hall & Jake Heggie.