| She’ll Send Her Love in Many Ways | ||
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By Tom Vance | |
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Key of G |
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Sometimes its so hard to make sense of it all; | |
| Why one we love has to leave us this way; | ||
| She brought goodness and happiness into our lives; | ||
| She brought sunshine and love each day. | ||
| She shared of herself and brought us all joy; | ||
| She opened her door and her heart; | ||
| She welcomed us into her home and her life, | ||
| And sent her love when we were apart. | ||
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Now her love can be found in the laugh of a child, | |
| And in the beauty of a spring day. | ||
| She’ll whisper it to us on the soft autumn breeze, | ||
| She’ll send it in so many ways. | ||
| It’ll be in the birds that glide on the wind, | ||
| And in the smallest drop of rain. | ||
| It’ll be in the happy moments of our lives, | ||
| And there in our moments of pain. | ||
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So good bye our dear Mother, | |
| Good bye our dear best friend. | ||
| We’ll look at the loving example you set; | ||
| And the message that your life sends: | ||
| Let those you love most, know it, | ||
| Each and every day; | ||
| For the circle of life is oh so short, | ||
| And too soon it passes away. | ||
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Now her love can be found in the laugh of a child; | |
| And in the beauty of a spring day. | ||
| She’ll whisper it to us on the soft autumn breeze, | ||
| She’ll send it in so many ways. | ||
| It’ll be in the birds that glide on the wind, | ||
| And in the smallest drop of rain. | ||
| It’ll be in the happy moments of our lives, | ||
| And there in our moments of pain. | ||
| Now her love can be found in the laugh of a child, | ||
| And in the beauty of a spring day. | ||
| She’ll whisper it to us on the soft autumn breeze, | ||
| She’ll send it in so many ways. | ||
| Words and music by Tom Vance, © September, 1997. | ||
| Adapted from “The Many Ways of Spirit” | ||
| and sung at Mom’s funeral on September 27th, 1997. | ||