Grateful

I first heard the song, “Grateful,” sung by an up-and-coming chanteuse at a tee-tiny cabaret club in Greenwich Village in lower New York. Fast forward a few years later, I heard the same John Pucchino-penned tune about thankfulness performed by an established crooner at a swanky supper club on the upper East Side. Undoubtedly, the song’s message of love and gratitude has no boundaries.

For Thanksgiving, I wanted to share its wise words with you:

GRATEFUL

By John Pucchino

I’ve got a roof over my head
I’ve got a warm place to sleep
Some nights I lie awake counting gifts
Instead of counting sheep

I’ve got a heart that can hold love
I’ve got a mind that can think
There may be times when I lose the light
And let my spirits sink
But I can’t stay depressed
When I remember how I’m blessed

Grateful, grateful
Truly grateful I am
Grateful, grateful
Truly blessed
And duly grateful

In a city of strangers
I’ve got a family of friends
No matter what rocks and brambles fill the way
I know that they will stay in the end

I feel a hand holding my hand
It’s not a hand you can see
But on the road to the promised land
This hand will shepherd me
Through delight and despair
Holding tight and always there

And, know that I’m grateful for your being a part of my spiritual journey.

Love and light,

Tony