The Things We Can and Cannot Keep Lyrics
| Song | The Things We Can and Cannot Keep |
| Artist | Alli Rogers |
| Album | You and the Evening Sky |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Up the drive, ‘round a corner | |
| Stand atop of the front porch staring | |
| At the swing that used to hold | |
| Your end of the day thoughts | |
| There’s the old cherry trees and the neighbor who knows | |
| Every grandchild’s name | |
| Even sewed them some clothes for Christmas | |
| You remember that Christmas | |
| What can we carry, what will stay with us | |
| What'll shine like gold when the story's told | |
| Some things will tarry, some will return to dust | |
| There are things we can and things we cannot keep | |
| Well, I was young and he was in high school | |
| In the band he played all the marches | |
| Circle girls, boys and their solos | |
| Dancing our hearts like an auction | |
| We’re for sale and we’re cheap and we’ll sing you a jingle | |
| Oh “heart” seems to be the wrong word for a soul | |
| It’s crazy how we try to find solace | |
| What can we carry, what will stay with us | |
| What'll shine like gold when the story's told | |
| Some things will tarry, some will return to dust | |
| There are things we can and things we can't | |
| There are things we can and things we can't | |
| Innocence like a bottle spun | |
| Sacred stones in careless hands | |
| Building up our cityscape | |
| We write our names on a plot of land | |
| Oh, where will we go, and who will we be | |
| And what, if anything, can we carry? | |
| What'll shine like gold when the story's told | |
| Some things will tarry, some will turn to dust | |
| There are things we can and things we can't | |
| What can we carry, what will stay with us | |
| What'll shine like gold when the story's told | |
| Some things will tarry, some will return to dust | |
| There are things we can and things we can't | |
| There are things we can and things we can't | |
| There are things we can and things we cannot keep |
| Up the drive, ' round a corner | |
| Stand atop of the front porch staring | |
| At the swing that used to hold | |
| Your end of the day thoughts | |
| There' s the old cherry trees and the neighbor who knows | |
| Every grandchild' s name | |
| Even sewed them some clothes for Christmas | |
| You remember that Christmas | |
| What can we carry, what will stay with us | |
| What' ll shine like gold when the story' s told | |
| Some things will tarry, some will return to dust | |
| There are things we can and things we cannot keep | |
| Well, I was young and he was in high school | |
| In the band he played all the marches | |
| Circle girls, boys and their solos | |
| Dancing our hearts like an auction | |
| We' re for sale and we' re cheap and we' ll sing you a jingle | |
| Oh " heart" seems to be the wrong word for a soul | |
| It' s crazy how we try to find solace | |
| What can we carry, what will stay with us | |
| What' ll shine like gold when the story' s told | |
| Some things will tarry, some will return to dust | |
| There are things we can and things we can' t | |
| There are things we can and things we can' t | |
| Innocence like a bottle spun | |
| Sacred stones in careless hands | |
| Building up our cityscape | |
| We write our names on a plot of land | |
| Oh, where will we go, and who will we be | |
| And what, if anything, can we carry? | |
| What' ll shine like gold when the story' s told | |
| Some things will tarry, some will turn to dust | |
| There are things we can and things we can' t | |
| What can we carry, what will stay with us | |
| What' ll shine like gold when the story' s told | |
| Some things will tarry, some will return to dust | |
| There are things we can and things we can' t | |
| There are things we can and things we can' t | |
| There are things we can and things we cannot keep |
| Up the drive, ' round a corner | |
| Stand atop of the front porch staring | |
| At the swing that used to hold | |
| Your end of the day thoughts | |
| There' s the old cherry trees and the neighbor who knows | |
| Every grandchild' s name | |
| Even sewed them some clothes for Christmas | |
| You remember that Christmas | |
| What can we carry, what will stay with us | |
| What' ll shine like gold when the story' s told | |
| Some things will tarry, some will return to dust | |
| There are things we can and things we cannot keep | |
| Well, I was young and he was in high school | |
| In the band he played all the marches | |
| Circle girls, boys and their solos | |
| Dancing our hearts like an auction | |
| We' re for sale and we' re cheap and we' ll sing you a jingle | |
| Oh " heart" seems to be the wrong word for a soul | |
| It' s crazy how we try to find solace | |
| What can we carry, what will stay with us | |
| What' ll shine like gold when the story' s told | |
| Some things will tarry, some will return to dust | |
| There are things we can and things we can' t | |
| There are things we can and things we can' t | |
| Innocence like a bottle spun | |
| Sacred stones in careless hands | |
| Building up our cityscape | |
| We write our names on a plot of land | |
| Oh, where will we go, and who will we be | |
| And what, if anything, can we carry? | |
| What' ll shine like gold when the story' s told | |
| Some things will tarry, some will turn to dust | |
| There are things we can and things we can' t | |
| What can we carry, what will stay with us | |
| What' ll shine like gold when the story' s told | |
| Some things will tarry, some will return to dust | |
| There are things we can and things we can' t | |
| There are things we can and things we can' t | |
| There are things we can and things we cannot keep |
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