Henry's Songbook

What can you do with your day but work and hope
And let your dreams bind your work to your play
What can you do with each moment of your life
But love till you've loved it away
Love till you've loved it away

It's so easy to dream of the days gone by
It's a hard thing to think of times to come
But the grace to accept every moment as a gift
Is a gift only given to some

There are sorrows enough for the whole world's end
And there are no guarantees but the grave
But the life that I live and the time that I spend
Are treasures too precious to save

(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)

[1988:] A wee gem this one. Learned from Rick Lee as we cowered in the kitchen of his Massachusetts home, while Hurricane Bertha raged outside. The words are Bob Frankie's, the whimpering is mine and the tree crashing through the roof is Rick's ... (Notes Iain MacKintosh, 'Gentle Persuasion')

[1988:] A song from my new album [,] the song that I thought was the weakest song on the album. I can tell you this quite candidly. And yet this is the one song people who have bought the album have commented on most. (Intro Iain MacKintosh)