Nic Jones - Thanksgiving lyrics

Thanksgiving and terror of loss Make all but my love of life dross, And keep me in mind of the ones who are kind And all of these just shareable thoughts. I run to the millpond and wait For the frogs who will tell of my fate. Then drag in some tree that has fallen for me And now slows me down with its weight. The jays and the crows come to find Places where once they had dined Are whitened with cold from a year that's grown old And to winter's cloak has resigned. Thanksgiving and terror of loss Make all but my love of life dross, And keep me in mind of the ones who are kind And all of these just shareable thoughts.