Brenn Hill. Simple Things. Zeneszám

All the simple things in life
Like the colors of the fall
Like an eagle on the wind
High above the canyon wall
Like the sound of the river
Runnin' wild in the spring
We are here but for a while
To learn to love the simple things

Like a baby when he smiles
For the first time in his life
Cradled gently in the arms
Of my beautiful wife
Growin' stronger by the day
And the change that every morning brings
He is here but for a while
To learn to love the simple things

And it's so easy to lose track
And never take the time to see
All the simple things we have
Are gifts from God for you and me

Like the memories we share
Years and miles cannot erase
Like the sound of your sweet voice
Like the smile on your face
Like the promise of tomorrow
In a land where freedom rings
We are here but for a while
To learn to love the simple things
Learn to love the simple things