Autograph

Autograph

February 1980

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Side One

  1. Dancing With The Mountains

    Dancing With The Mountains

    Everybody’s got the dancing fever, everybody loves to rock and roll.
    Play it louder baby, play is faster, funky music’s gotta stretch your soul.
    Just relax and let the rhythm take you, don’t you be afraid to lose control.
    If your heart has found some empty spaces,
    Dancing’s just the thing to make you whole.

    I am one who dances with the mountains.  I am one who dances in the wind.
    I am one who dances on the ocean,
    my partner’s more than pieces, more than friends.

    Were you there the night they lost the lightning?
    Were you there the day the earth stood still?
    Did you see the famous and the fighting? Did you hear the prophet tell his tale?

    We are one when dancing with the mountains.
    We are one when singing in the wind.
    We are one when thinking of each other
    More than partner’s, more than pieces, more than friends.

    (written by John Denver)

  2. The Mountain Song

    The Mountain Song

    I came here from the city a thousand miles away.
    I came just for a little while you know I never meant to stay.
    I meant to take my pleasure, have a good time and be gone.
    But I fell in love with a lady, now I sing a mountain song.
    I listened to the music of the night wind in the pines.
    I’ve seen the quiet splendor of a field of columbine.
    I skied on crystal pathways to a mountain peak so tall,
    and I walked the mighty summits with the one who made it all.

    And I fell in love with a lady ’cause I’ve seen her at her best.
    And I’ve walked her wild and rugged paths through her open wilderness.
    And now I never can betray her, steal her riches and be gone,
    ‘Cause when you fall in love with a lady, you gotta sing a mountain song.

    Now people come from everywhere to see what they can find.
    And some take lots of pictures, and some just take their time.
    But they’re some who take her beauty that can’t be bought or sold
    And they think of only money while destroying wealth untold.

    But you fall in love with a lady when you’ve slept upon her breast,
    and you’ve walked her wild and rugged paths through her open wilderness
    And you never can betray her, steal her riches and be gone.
    ‘Cause when you fall in love with a lady, you gotta sing a mountain song.

    (written by Wickland)

  3. How Mountain Girls Can Love

    How Mountain Girls Can Love

    Get at them boys, go back home, back to the girl you love.
    Treat her right, never wrong, how mountain girls can love.
    Riding at night in a high cold wind, on the trail of the old lonesome pine.
    Thinking of you baby, feeling so blue, wondering why I left you behind.

    Get at them boys, go back home, back to the girl you love.
    Treat her right, never wrong, how mountain girls can love.
    There’s a lake in the hills where my true love goes,
    that’s when she’s thinking of me.
    Why I’m not there, heaven only knows,
    heaven knows that’s where I’d rather be.

    Get at them boys, go back home, back to the girl you love.
    Treat her right, never wrong, how mountain girls can love.

    Get at them boys, go back home, back to the girl you love.
    Treat her right, never wrong, how mountain girls can love.

    (written by Rakes)

  4. Song For The Life

    Song For The Life

    I don’t drink as much as I used to, lately it just ain’t my style.
    And the hard times don’t hurt like they ought to,
    They pass quickly like when I was a child.
    Somehow I’ve learned how to listen for a sound like the sun going down.
    In the magic the morning is bringing, there’s a song for the life I have found.
    It keeps my feet on the ground.

    Don’t the midsummer days sit so heavy.
    But don’t they flow like a breeze through your mind.
    And nothing occurs in a hurry to make up for someone’s lost time.
    Somehow I’ve learned how to listen for a sound like the sun going down.
    In the magic the morning is bringing, there’s a song for the friend I have found.
    She keeps my feet on the ground.

    Somehow I’ve learned how to listen for a sound like the breeze dying down.
    In the magic the morning is bringing, there’s a song for the life I have found.
    It keeps my feet on the ground.  Ooh, yes, it keeps my feet on the ground.

    (written by Crowell)

  5. The Ballad Of St. Anne’s Reel

    The Ballad Of St. Anne’s Reel

    He was stranded in some tiny town on fair Prince Edward Isle,
    awaiting for a ship to come and find him
    A one-horse place, a friendly face, some coffee and a tiny trace
    of fiddling in the distance far behind him.

    A dime across the counter, then, a shy hello, a brand new friend.
    A walk along the street in the wintry weather.
    A yellow light, an open door, a welcome friend, there’s room for more,
    And then they’re standing there inside together.

    He said I’ve heard that tune before somewhere, but I can’t remember when.
    Was it on some other friendly shore or did I hear it on the wind?
    Was it written on the sky above? I think I heard it from someone I love,
    but I never heard it sound so sweet since then

    Now his feet begin to tap, a little boy says I’ll take your hat.
    He’s caught up in the magic of her smile.
    And leap, the heart inside him went, and off across the floor he sent
    his clumsy body graceful as a child.

    He said there’s magic in the fiddler’s arm, there’s magic in this town.
    There’s magic in the dancers’ feet and the way they put them down.
    People smiling everywhere, boots and ribbons, locks of hair,
    and laughter and old blue suits and Easter gowns.

    Now the sailor’s gone, the room is bare, the old piano’s sitting there,
    someone’s hat’s left hanging on the rack.
    And empty chairs, the wooden floor that feels the touch of shoes no more,
    awaiting for the dancers to come back.

    And the fiddle’s in the closet of some daughter of the town.
    The strings are broke and the bow is gone and the cover’s buttoned down.
    But sometimes on December nights, when the air is cold and the wind is right,
    There’s a melody that passes through this town.

    (written by Mallett)

  6. In My Heart

    In My Heart

    I don’t know why we still live together; we’re so far a-part so much of the time.
    I don’t know why this beautiful weather is breaking my spirit
    and tearing my mind all apart.
    Are you so lonely? Are you so sad?
    Have you lost your purpose, the faith that you had?
    If life is a question, I don’t understand, if time is the reason, then nobody can,
    in my heart it is just an illusion, it’s not even real,
    it’s much more than you think, it’s much more than you feel.

    My ears are still ringing, there’s nothing to say. I look to the ocean to wash me away.
    There goes my best friend, there goes my last dime.
    If love is the answer, I’m wasting my time.
    In my heart it is just an illusion, it’s not even real,
    it’s much more than you think, it’s much more than you feel.
    Than you feel.  Is this real, what I feel, in my heart? In my heart? In my heart?

    (written by John Denver)

Side Two

  1. The Wrangell Mountain Song

    The Wrangell Mountain Song

    Sunday, and it’s raining in Alaska. Seven days, I haven’t seen the sun.
    Flying bush, flying low along the shoreline, doing everything I can to make it home.
    I can’t wait to see the Wrangell Mountains. I can’t wait to do what I will do.
    Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
    when I can’t wait to get back home to you.

    Three years from the war, settled down now.
    I did my time and served my country well.
    In the freedom I defended, I fly beneath the North Star,
    And I just don’t know a better way to feel.
    I can’t wait to see the Wrangell Mountains. I can’t wait to do what I will do.
    Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
    when I can’t wait to get back home to you.

    It’s a quiet life out here among the mountains
    in a cabin that was built with these two hands.

    McCarthy lies asleep beside the glacier. It’s colder now, winter’s in the air.
    If you think they’re wild, it’s just because they can’t be broken,
    it’s a strong and gentle people living there.
    I can’t wait to see the Wrangell Mountains. I can’t wait to do what I will do.
    Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
    when I can’t wait to get back home to you.
    Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
    when I can’t wait to get back home to you.

  2. Whalebones And Crosses

    Whalebones And Crosses

    Whalebones and crosses stand against the Arctic sky.
    The wind blows through the graveyard where our fallen fathers lie.
    Eternal snow that covers them, the shadows of the sun.
    The mighty struggle on the seas, a way of life is run.

    I’ll sing for you my father, for the ancient sacred ways.
    How the hunter loved the hunted, how the night becomes the day.
    The circle of the mighty spirit keeps us in its fold.
    The warmth of understanding like a light shot through the cold.

    Then bring to me my people, touch them with your loving hands.
    Lead them from confusion, lead them back unto the land.
    For sickness seems to block their path, it clouds my people’s eyes.
    The promise that an idle truth will reap a golden lie.

    Whalebones and crosses stand against the Arctic sky.
    The wind blows through the graveyard where our fallen fathers lie.
    The timeless hunt, a journey back to what we once came from.
    Compassion and nobility beneath the midnight sun.
    The mighty struggle on the seas, a way of life is run.

    (written by Henry/Holdridge)

  3. American Child

    American Child

    Going up to Alaska, up to the land of the midnight sun,
    where the whale and polar bear run over the icy blue sea.
    Going up to Alaska, up to the north and the pioneer life,
    where courage and strength still survive and a man can be free.

    American child, does the call of the wild ever sing through the mist of your dreams?
    Does it fly with the wind when you waken again?
    When it’s gone do you know what it means?

    Can you picture the time when a man
    had to find his own way through an unbroken land?
    Before the machine changed the blue and the green
    to something you can’t understand?

    American child there’s a burning inside you that calls you away through the cold.
    To come back again to all that you’ve been,
    can’t you see that it’s time to come home?
    To the flowers and the trees and the rivers and the seas
    and the earth who’s the mother of all?
    A promise once made will it shine, will it fade, will we rise with the vision or fall?

    Going up to Alaska, up to the land of the midnight sun,
    where the whale and polar bear run over the icy blue sea.
    Going up to Alaska, up to the north and the pioneer life
    where courage and strength still survive and a man can be free, men can be free.

    Going up to Alaska, going up to Alaska, going up to Alaska.

    (written by Denver/Henry)

  4. You Say That The Battle Is Over

    You Say That The Battle Is Over

    And you say that the battle is over, and you say that the war is all done.
    Go tell it to those with the wind in their nose who run from the sound of the gun.
    And write it on the sides of the great whaling-ships,
    or on ice floes where conscience is tossed.
    With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die,
    and it’s we who must measure the loss.

    And you say that the battle is over, and finally the world is at peace.
    You mean no one is dying, and mothers don’t weep, or it’s not in the papers, at least.
    There are those who would deal in the darkness of life,
    there are those who would tear down the sun.
    And most men are ruthless, but some will still weep
    when the gifts we were given are gone.

    Now the blame cannot fall on the heads of a few, it’s become such a part of the race.
    It’s eternally tragic when that which is magic be killed at the end of the glorious chase.
    From young seals to great whales, from waters to wood,
    they will fall just like weeds in the wind.
    With fur coats and perfumes and trophies on walls, what a hell of a race to call men.

    And you say that the battle is over, and you say that the war is all done.
    Go tell it to those with the wind in their nose who run from the sound of the gun.
    And write it on the sides of the great whaling-ships,
    or on ice floes where conscience is tossed.
    With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die,
    and it’s we who must measure the loss.
    With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die,
    and it’s we who must measure the loss.

    (written by David  Mallett)

  5. Autograph

    Autograph

    Here I am, closing my eyes again, trying so hard not to see all the things that I see.
    Almost willing to lie again, I swear that it just isn’t so, it just isn’t me.
    We are never alone even though we’d like to be.
    Then I go and open my eyes again.
    Love in your eyes is the thing that I’d most like to see.
    I’d be willing to die again, to know of a place and a time where it always could be,
    to be always with you, and you always with me.

    This is my autograph, here in the songs that I sing.
    Here in my cry and my laugh, here in the love that I bring
    to be always with you and you always with me.

    Say a prayer and open your heart again.
    You are the love and the light that we all need to see.
    Always willing to shine and then.
    Peace on this earth is the way that it always can be,
    to be always with you and you always with me.

    This is my autograph, here in the songs that I sing.
    Here in my cry and my laugh, here in the love that I bring
    to be always with you and you always with me.

    (written by John Denver)

  6. On The Wings Of An Eagle (reissue bonus track)

    On The Wings Of An Eagle (reissue bonus track)

    Oh, my home is in the mountains, I am free, I am free.
    I am one with wind and eagles, I am free. Given wings to sail in gracefulness, the sky, the sky.
    Given a voice to sing in breathlessness, I find that I can fly, fly away.

    I’ve been a long time on the highway, I’ve been a long time on the run.
    And it gets to be like chaos when I’m so long away from home.
    And sometimes it’s just to much to bare and I hide behind my eyes.
    I can picture friendly faces and I can dream of friendly skies.
    And I guess that I’m a lucky one for the truth of what I know.
    For my heart had not denied me and I have somewhere to go.
    I shall never be a prisoner of steel and glass and stone.
    If I leave, I will return again to my Rocky Mountain home.

    Oh, my home is in the mountains, I am free, I am free.
    I am one with wind and eagles, I am free. Given wings to sail in gracefulness, the sky, the sky.
    Given a voice to sing in breathlessness, I find that I can fly, fly away.

    In the hands of my father, in the light of the sunshine. On the wings of an eagle, I’m flying again.
    I’m flying again, I’m flying again, I’m flying again, I’m flying again.

    (written by John Denver)

  7. Dance Little Jean (reissue bonus track)

    Dance Little Jean (reissue bonus track)

    Played a wedding for the money and I wish I could have told the bride and groom
    Just what I think of marriage, what’s in store after the honeymoon.
    I was rumbling through the verses about how men and women ought to live apart,
    How a promise never made could not be broken and would never break a heart.

    Suddenly from out of nowhere this little girl came spinning across the floor
    Her crinolines were billowing beneath the skirt of calico she wore.
    As her joy fell on the honored guests each one of them was drawn into her dream
    And they laughed and stamped and clapped their hands and hollered at her, “Dance little Jean!”

    They said:
    Dance little Jean, this day is for you,
    Two people that you love stood up to say ‘I Do.’
    Dance little Jean, the prayer that you had was answered today-
    Your Momma’s marrying your Dad.

    Well this cynic’s heart just melted as I figured what this get together meant
    And how it ended years of tears and sad confusions that the little girl had spent.
    They told the band to pack it up about the time the couple cut the cake
    But we stayed and we played all night long for love and laughs and little Jeanie’s sake

    We played:
    Dance little Jean, this day is for you,
    Two people that you love stood up to say ‘I Do.’
    Dance little Jean, the prayer that you had was answered today-
    Your Momma’s marrying your Dad.

    We sang:
    Dance little Jean, this day is for you,
    Two people that you love stood up to say ‘I Do.’
    Dance little Jean, the prayer that you had was answered today-
    Your Momma’s marrying your Dad.

    (written by Jimmy Ibbotson)