(G) Sometimes I stop (D) on my way home
(C) To watch the children (G) play
And I (C) wonder if they (Am) wonder
(G) What they'll be some (D) day
(G) Some will dream a big (D) dream
(C) And make it all come (G) true
While (C) others go on (Am) dreaming
(G) Of things they'll never (D) do
We're all just (G) seeds
In Gods (C) hands
We start the (Am) same
But where we (G) land
Is sometimes (C) fertile (Am) soil
And sometimes (G) sand
We're all just (C) seeds
In Gods (G) hands
(G) I saw a friend the (D) other day
(C) I hardly recogn (G) ized
(C) He'd done a lot of (Am) living
Since (G) I'd last looked in his (D) eyes
And (C) he told his tale of (G) how he failed
And (C) the lessons he'd been (Am) taught
(G) But he offered no (D) excuses
(C) And he left me with this (D) thought
And as I'm standing at the (Am) crossroads
Once (G) again
(C) I'm reminded we're all the same when
We (Am) begin
And in the (C) end?
We're all just seeds in Gods hands
Composição de Pat Alger/Ralph Murphy