Blackbirds on a cold November sky.
Looking through the window they go by.
They don’t know what their tomorrow brings.
They have nothing; they have everything… everything.

I came into this old world… penniless and poor.
I will leave the same way too.
When I was broken on the floor… penniless and poor.
Lord You made me something new.
So I give everything to You.

The summer nor the winter will concede.
So the autumn’s where the two of them agreed.
The blackbird says “I think it’s time to go.”
We hear the same voice in our heads,
away from where the cold winds blow.

Chorus repeat

I give everything to You… Lord I give everything…

It’s time for something new. It’s time to see this through.
I give, I give, I give myself to You.
It’s time that I confess; time to chase the emptiness
away to find what’s good and right and true.
I give everything…

Chorus repeat

I give everything to You… (I give my heart and soul, my love.)
I give everything to You… (My shame and disappointment too.)
I give everything to You… (I give You all my foolish pride.)
I give everything to You… (All the things locked up inside.)
I give everything to You.