Brian Laidlaw

Poet | Songwriter | Educator

Glad for every burden

 

On the day that the first snow falls

On the mountain and the town

I’ll put on my long overalls

And lay my burdens down

 

I am glad, I am glad for every sorrow that I had,

I’m glad for every burden

Without a this old heart to weigh me down

I’d fly away for certain.

 

On the day that the first leaf fades

Green to gold, or gold to brown,

I will count my accolades,

And lay my burdens down

 

On the day that the first flower blooms

Like a seven-pointed crown

I’ll be high on all the fumes

And I’ll lay my burdens down

 

It’ll happen in a cabin someday soon

On a cliff above the see

I’ll hear my maker from the breaker call a tune

And set my burdens free

 

On the day when the warm wind sways

All the ruffles on your gown

I’ll change my rambling ways,

And lay my burdens down

 

I am glad, I am glad for every sorrow that I had,

I’m glad for every burden

Without this old heart to weigh me down

I’d fly away for certain.