One little song

There’s gotta be a song left to sing
Cause everybody can’t of thought of everything
One little song that ain’t been sung
One little rag that ain’t been wrung out completely yet
Gotta a little left

One little drop of fallin rain
One little chance to try again
One little bird that makes it every now and then
One little piece of endless sky
One little taste of cherry pie
One little week in paradise and I start thinkin’

There’s gotta be a song left to sing
Cause everybody can’t of thought of everything
One little note that ain’t been used
One little word ain’t been abused a thousand times
In a thousand rhymes

One little drop of fallin rain
One little chance to try again
One little bird that makes it every now and then
One little piece of endless sky
One little taste of cherry pie
One little week in paradise and I start thinkin’

Gotta be a song left to sing
Cause everybody can’t of thought of everything
One little song that ain’t been sung
One little rag that ain’t been wrung out completely yet
Till there’s nothing left


Gillian Welch, 'One Little Song', from the album Soul Paradise




The words alone don't give a true impression of the yearning nature of this song, or its beauty when sung in Gillian Welch's perfect voice. 


You might think there's nothing new that can be said, but there are things in the world - perhaps only little things - that haven't been written about. If you look at the world from your own perspective, you can always winkle out something original. I think this song has a message for all writers.


And it's very humble, too. You don't have to set the world on fire, you just have to find this little thing that is yours to say. I love this song - Gillian Welch is inspiring, always.