Roscoe What a Gift Ballard Homestead by Tomo Nakayama Lyrics
[Verse 1]
What a gift to be born
What a gift to be born
Legs, arms, fingers and toes
Sunrise each every morn
[Refrain 1]
I hear music from the next room
Music from the next room
I hear music from the next room
Music from the next room
[Verse 2]
Sometimes I am amazed
Sometimes I do forget
What a gift to be free
What a gift to be me
[Refrain 1]
To hear music from the next room
Music from the next room
To hear music from the next room
Music from the next room
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
[Verse 3]
So slow down, stretch out and wait
See how our bodies sway
Some days I do regret
Some days I just forget
[Refrain 2]
I play music with my old friends
Music with my old friends
I play music with my old friends
Music with my old friends
[Outro]
Oh, what a gift to be born
What a gift to be alive
What a gift to be born
What a gift to be born
Legs, arms, fingers and toes
Sunrise each every morn
[Refrain 1]
I hear music from the next room
Music from the next room
I hear music from the next room
Music from the next room
[Verse 2]
Sometimes I am amazed
Sometimes I do forget
What a gift to be free
What a gift to be me
[Refrain 1]
To hear music from the next room
Music from the next room
To hear music from the next room
Music from the next room
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
[Verse 3]
So slow down, stretch out and wait
See how our bodies sway
Some days I do regret
Some days I just forget
[Refrain 2]
I play music with my old friends
Music with my old friends
I play music with my old friends
Music with my old friends
[Outro]
Oh, what a gift to be born
What a gift to be alive