Did You Ever Cry Did you ever cry when you heard a lullaby Saw a twinkling star, or touched a butterfly? These thins we take for granted, they really are all here A bird flies high, the sun shines warm And a small childs fear A song to sing, a flower to smell A flag to make you proud These things we take for granted So are the fields they've plowed Nothing is to great or small To high or to low to see These things we take for granted Are for everyone to see So when they asked, "Did you ever cry?" I answer reluctantly These things I take for granted And I am ashamed of me |