Thanks in the Blue Ridge

Golden leaves drift in the cool autumn air,

Hearts are warm, and there's love everywhere.

Thanks in our hearts as laughter fills the room,

Gathered 'round the table in the fall's perfume.

Grandma’s pumpkin pies, smell of cinnamon spice,

Turkey carved with care, everyone feels so nice.

Family and friends, under Shenandoah's sky,

In the Blue Ridge shadows, we lift our voices high.

Bless this sacred time, we hold it close,

Thankful for the hands that work and those who toast.

In every shared story, in each grateful prayer,

We find our blessings in the love we share.

Thanksgiving in the valley, where hearts unite,

Grace upon our table, on this special night.

Celebrate the moments, small and grand,

Loving, giving thanks across the land.

Chill outside, but inside we feel alive,

Cherishing these times, keeping hope alive.

In the silence of the evening, stars shining bright,

Thank God for the blessings and this cozy sight.

As new memories are made and old ones fade,

We thank the hands of time, this peace we've laid.

In the Blue Ridge, in our hearts, forever stay,

Thanksgiving in our souls, every day.