We always seem to find the time
To grumble and complain,
To think of all our troubles,
Our sorrows and our pain.

Yet if we would but stop and think,
I'm sure we would be glad
If we counted all the troubles
That we never had.
The loved ones we still have with us;
Our house that didn't burn;
Still able to hop and run, swing and dance;

When we're counting
all our blessings,
Let's think today of all the stuffs
We are not asked to face.