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It Isnt the Thing You Do, Dear lyrics by Wintter Watts

It isn’t the thing you do, dear;
It’s the thing you leave undone
Which gives you a bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun
The tender word forgotten
The letter you did not write
The flower you might have sent, dear
Are your haunting ghosts to-night

The stone you might have lifted
Out of brother’s way
The bit of heartsome counsel
You were hurried too much to say;
The loving touch of the hand, dear
The gentle and winsome tone
That you had no time nor thought for
With troubles enough of your own

The little acts of kindness
So easily out of mind;
Those chances to be angels
Which every one may find
They come in night and silence
Each chill, reproachful wraith
When hope is faint and flagging
And a blight has dropped on faith

For life is all too short, dear
And sorrow is all too great;
To suffer our great compassion
That tarries until too late;
And it’s not the thing you do, dear
It’s the thing you leave undone
Which gives you the bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun