We Give Thanks For Thanksgiving Songs


We Give Thanks For Thanksgiving Songs

Many people regard Thanksgiving as a time when families and friends share huge meals together. While this is true, the idea behind Thanksgiving is much more than that. It is about love, family, and giving thanks. This holiday is deeply rooted in tradition.

Thanksgiving songs are part of the many different ways to celebrate the joyous holiday in which people express gratitude for the many things that they have to be thankful for. During Thanksgiving, people express these thanks in a variety of ways, from different artistic activities to cooking meals to religious ceremonies.

Other people, especially young children, ring in the season with different songs related to the season. Some songs are silly, others are serious, and others are rooted in tradition and spirituality. Different people have different tastes, and there is a Thanksgiving song for just about everyone these days.

"All Things Bright and Beautiful"

All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful: The Lord God made them all. (Refrain) Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, God made their glowing colors, And made their tiny wings. (Refrain) The purple-headed mountains, The river running by, The sunset and the morningThat brightens up the sky. (Refrain) The cold wind in the winter, The pleasant summer sun, The ripe fruits in the garden: God made them every one. (Refrain) God gave us eyes to see them, And lips that we might tellHow great is God Almighty, Who has made all things well. (Refrain)

"Simple Gifts" By Elder Joseph Bracket—1848

'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free,

'Tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,

And when we find ourselves in the place just right,

'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.

When true simplicity is gain'd,

To bow and to bend we shan't be asham'd,

To turn, turn will be our delight,

Till by turning, turning we come out right.

"Grandma Stuffed the Turkey"

One day in late November, When the weather's cold and crisp, Our Thanksgiving Dinner at Grandma's, We won't miss. We're counting all our blessings, With that thankful attitude. Who do you think we're kidding? We're really here for food! Chorus: Grandma stuffed the turkeyThen the turkey sure stuffed us. Brussel sprouts, turnips, And her fresh cut asparagus, Her pumpkin and apple pies Make with her famous crust; Yea, Grandma stuffed the turkey, Then the turkey sure stuffed us. Now Grandma got her apron on, It's the only one she owns. Grandpa carves the turkey, Till there's no meat on the bones. Kids fighting for those drumsticks, And the wishbone to make a wish With all that commotion, We keep fillin' up our dish. Repeat chorus. Now the men are off the table, Because the football game is on. The women are in the kitchen, Yea, talking up a storm. The kids are running wild, Wrestling on the floor. The game is finally over. Yea, we can eat some more! Repeat chorus. Now things are always changing, But those turkeys stay the same. Our family keeps a growing, And Grandma's glad we came. Adding chairs around the table, Sometime two or three; Now with so many people, There's no leftovers left for me! Repeat chorus.

"Come Ye Thankful People Come" By George Elvey

Come ye thankful people come, Raise the song of harvest home! All is safely gathered in, Ere the winter storms begin; God our Maker, doth provide For our wants to be supplied: Come to God's own temple, come, Raise the song of harvest home. All the world is God's own field Fruit unto his praise to yield; Wheat and tares together sown Unto joy or sorrow grown; First the blade, and then the ear, Then the full corn shall appear; Lord of the harvest! grant that we Wholesome grain and pure may be. For the Lord our God shall come, And shall take his harvest home; From his field shall in that day All offenses purge away, Give his angels charge at last In the fire the tares to cast; But the fruitful ears to store In his garner evermore. Even so, Lord, quickly come, Bring thy final harvest home; Gather thou thy people in, Free from sorrow, free from sin, There, forever purified, in thy presence to abide; Come, with all thine angels, come, Raise the glorious harvest home.

"Over the River and Through the Wood"

Over the river and through the wood To Grandfather's house we go. The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh Through white and drifted snow. Over the river and through the wood Oh, how the wind does blow! It stings the toes And bites the nose As over the ground we go. Over the river and through the wood To have a first-rate play Hear the bells ring Ting-a-ling-ling! Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day! Over the river and through the wood Trot fast, my dapple gray! Spring over the ground Like a hunting hound For this is Thanksgiving Day. Over the river and through the wood And straight through the barnyard gate. We seem to go Extremely slow It is so hard to wait! Over the river and through the wood Now Grandmother's cap I spy! Hurrah for fun! Is the pudding done? Hurray for the pumpkin pie!

"We Gather Together"

We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing; He chastens and hastens his will to make known; The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing, Sing praises to his name: He forgets not his own. Beside us to guide us, our God with us joining, Ordaining, maintaining his kingdom divine; So from the beginning the fight we were winning; Thou, Lord, was at our side, All glory be thine! We all do extol thee, thou leader triumphant, And pray that thou still our defender wilt be. Let thy congregation escape tribulation; Thy name be ever praised! O Lord, make us free! Amen

More Thanksgiving Songs

For those that just can’t get enough of the many songs that are played during the Thanksgiving season, here are a few places where you can get some Thanksgiving song inspiration and perhaps find a few tunes to make permanent in your family’s traditions.

The Thanksgiving holiday is about family, friends, tradition and fun. Make music a regular part of your Thanksgiving holiday