there’s gotta be a song left to sing
everybody can’t of thought of everything
one little song that ain’t been sung
one little rag that ain’t been wrung out completely yet
gotta a little left
one little drop of falling rain
one little chance to try again
one little bird that makes it home every now and then
one little piece of endless sky
one little taste of cherry pie
one little week in paradise
and I start thinking
there’s gotta be a song left to sing
everybody can’t of thought of everything
one little note that ain’t been used
one little word ain’t been abused
a thousand times, in a thousand rhymes
one little drop of falling rain
one little chance to try again
one little bird that makes it home every now and then
one little piece of endless sky
one little taste of cherry pie
one little week in paradise
and I start thinking
there’s gotta be a song left to sing
everybody can’t of thought of everything
one little song that ain’t been sung
one little rag that ain’t been wrung out completely yet
till there’s nothing left
— gillian welch said that