JDdifinitive

Definitive All-Time Greatest Hits

October 2004

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  1. Leaving, On A Jet Plane

    Leaving, On A Jet Plane

    All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go, I’m standing here outside your door,
    I hate to wake you up to say good-bye.
    But the dawn is breaking, it’s early morn, the taxi’s waiting He’s blowing his horn.
    Already I’m so lonesome I could die.
    So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go.
    ‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

    There’s so many times I’ve let you down, so many times I’ve played around,
    I tell you now they don’t mean a thing.
    Every place I go I’ll think of you, every song I sing I’ll sing for you,
    when I come back, I’ll bring your wedding ring.
    So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go.
    ‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

    Now the time has come to leave you, one more time let me kiss you,
    then close your eyes, I’ll be on my way.
    Dream about the days to come when I won’t have to leave alone,
    about the times I won’t have to say:
    kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go.
    ‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.
    I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

    (written by John Denver)

  2. Take Me Home, Country Roads

    Take Me Home, Country Roads

    Almost heaven, West Virginia
    Blue Ridge Mountains
    Shenandoah River –
    Life is old there
    Older than the trees
    Younger than the mountains
    Growin like a breeze

    Country Roads, take me home
    To the place I belong
    West Virginia, mountain momma
    Take me home, country roads

    All my memories gathered round her
    Miners lady, stranger to blue water
    Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
    Misty taste of moonshine
    Teardrops in my eye

    Country Roads, take me home
    To the place I belong
    West Virginia, mountain momma
    Take me home, country roads

    I hear her voice
    In the mornin hour she calls me
    The radio reminds me of my home far away
    And drivin down the road I get a feelin
    That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

    Country Roads, take me home
    To the place I belong
    West Virginia, mountain momma
    Take me home, country roads

    Country Roads, take me home
    To the place I belong
    West Virginia, mountain momma
    Take me home, country roads
    Take me home, now country roads
    Take me home, now country roads

    Words and Music by Bill Danoff, Taffy Nivert and John Denver

  3. Sunshine On My Shoulders

    Sunshine On My Shoulders


    Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry.
    Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high.
    If I had a day that I could give you, I’d give to you the day just like today.
    If I had a song that I could sing for you, I’d sing a song to make you feel this way.

    Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry.
    Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high.
    If I had a tale that I could tell you, I’d tell a tale sure to make you smile.
    If I had a wish that I could wish for you, I’d make a wish for sunshine for all the while.

    Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry.
    Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high.
    Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry.
    Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high.
    Sunshine almost all the time makes me high.  Sunshine almost always…

    (written by John Denver)

  4. Poems, Prayers & Promises

    Poems, Prayers & Promises


    I’ve been lately thinking about my life’s time, all the things I’ve done and how it’s been.
    And I can’t help believing in my own mind, I know I’m gonna hate to see it end.
    I’ve seen a lot of sunshine, slept out in the rain, spent a night or two all on my own.
    I’ve known my lady’s pleasures, had myself some friends, spent a time or two in my own home.
    I have to say it now, it’s been a good life, all in all,
    it’s really fine to have a chance to hang around.
    Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire,
    while all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around.
    And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in.
    How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.
    How long it’s been since yesterday, what about tomorrow
    and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?

    The days they pass so quickly now, the nights are seldom long.
    Time around me whispers when it’s cold.
    The changes somehow frightens me, still I have to smile. It turns me on to think of growing old.
    Although my life’s been good to me, there’s still so much to do,
    so many things my mind has never known.
    I’d like to raise a family, I’d like to sail away and dance across the mountains on the moon.
    I have to say it now, it’s been a good life, all in all,
    it’s really fine to have a chance to hang around.
    Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire,
    while all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around.
    And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in.
    How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.
    How long it’s been since yesterday, what about tomorrow
    and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?

    (written by John Denver)

  5. The Eagle and the Hawk

    The Eagle and the Hawk

    I am the eagle, I live in high country in rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky.
    I am the hawk, and there’s blood on my feathers.
    But time is still turning, they soon will be dry.
    And all those who see me, and all who believe in me
    share in the freedom I feel when I fly.

    Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops.
    Sail o’er the canyons and up to the stars.
    And reach for the heavens and hope for the future
    and all that we can be, and not what we are.

    (written by John Denver)

  6. Rocky Mountain High

    Rocky Mountain High

    He was born in the summer of his 27th year, coming home to a place he’d never been before.
    He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again,
    you might say he found a key for every door.
    When he first came to the mountains, his life was far away on the road and hanging by a song.
    But the strings already broken and he doesn’t really care,
    it keeps changing fast, and it don’t last for long.

    And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
    The shadows from the starlight are softer than a lullaby.
    Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.

    He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below,
    he saw everything as far as you can see.
    And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun,
    and he lost a friend, but kept the memory.
    Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forest and the streams, seeking grace in every step he takes.
    His sight is turned inside himself, to try and understand
    the serenity of a clear blue mountain lake.

    And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
    You can talk to God and listen to the casual reply.
    Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.

    Now his life is full of wonder, but his heart still knows some fear,
    of a simple thing he can not comprehend.
    Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more,
    more people, more scars upon the land.

    And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
    I know he’d be a poor man if he never saw an eagle fly,
    Rocky Mountain high, the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
    Friends around the campfire and everybody’s high
    Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.
    Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.

    (written by Denver/Taylor)

  7. Farewell Andromeda (Welcome To My Morning)

    Farewell Andromeda (Welcome To My Morning)

    Welcome to my morning, welcome to my day.
    Yes, I’m the one responsible, I made it just this way.
    To make myself some pictures, see what they might bring.
    I think I made it perfectly, I wouldn’t change a thing.
    La la la, la la la la la. La la la, la la la la la.

    Welcome to my happiness, you know it makes me smile.
    And it pleases me to have you here for just a little while.
    While we open up the spaces and try to break some chains.
    And if the truth is told they will never come again.
    La la la, la la la la la. La la la, la la la la la.

    Welcome to my evening, the closing of the day,
    you know I could try a million times and never find a better way
    to tell you that I love you and all the songs I played
    are to thank you for allowing me in that lovely day you made.

    Welcome to my morning, welcome to my day.
    Yes, I’m the one responsible, I made it just this way.
    To make myself some pictures, see what they might bring.
    I think I made it perfectly, I wouldn’t change a thing.
    La la la, la la la la la. La la la, la la la la la.
    La la la, la la la la la. La la la, la la la la la.

    (written by John Denver)

  8. Annie’s Song

    Annie’s Song


    You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,
    like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,
    like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
    You fill up my senses, come fill me again.

    Come let me love you, let me give my life to you,
    let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms,
    let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you.
    Come let me love you, come love me again.

    You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,
    like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,
    like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
    You fill up my senses, come fill me again.

    (written by John Denver)

  9. Back Home Again

    Back Home Again


    There’s a storm across the valley, clouds are rolling in, the afternoon is heavy on your shoulders.
    There’s a truck out on the four lane, a mile or more away,
    the whining of his wheels just makes it colder.

    He’s an hour away from riding on your prayers up in the sky
    and ten days on the road are barely gone.
    There’s a fire softly burning, supper’s on the stove,
    but it’s the light in your eyes that makes him warm.

    Hey, it’s good to be back home again. Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend.
    Yes, and hey, it’s good to be back home again.

    There’s all the news to tell him, how’s you spend your time,
    and what’s the latest thing the neighbors say?
    And your mother called last Friday, “Sunshine” made her cry
    and you felt the baby move just yesterday.

    Hey, it’s good to be back home again. Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend.
    Yes, and hey, it’s good to be back home again.

    Oh, the time that I can lay this tired old body down, and feel your fingers feather soft upon me.
    The kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way,
    the happiness that living with you brings me.

    It’s the sweetest thing I know of, just spending time with you.
    It’s the little things that make a house a home.
    Like a fire softly burning and supper on the stove, the light in your eyes that makes me warm.

    Hey, it’s good to be back home again. Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend.
    Yes, and hey, it’s good to be back home again.

    Hey, it’s good to be back home again. Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend.
    Yes, and hey, it’s good to be back home again. I said hey, it’s good to be back home again.

    (written by John Denver)

  10. Sweet Surrender

    Sweet Surrender

    Lost and alone on some forgotten highway, traveled by many, remembered by few.
    Looking for something that I can believe in,
    looking for something that I’d like to do with my life.
    There’s nothing behind me and nothing that ties me to
    something that might have been true yesterday.
    Tomorrow is open and right now it seems to be more than enough
    To just be here today, and I don’t know what the future is holding in store,
    I don’t know where I’m going, I’m not sure where I’ve been.
    There’s a spirit that guides me, a light that shines for me,
    my life is worth the living, I don’t need to see the end.

    Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
    like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.
    Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
    like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.

    Lost and alone on some forgotten highway, traveled by many, remembered by few.
    Looking for something that I can believe in,
    looking for something that I’d like to do with my life.
    There’s nothing behind me and nothing that ties me to
    something that might have been true yesterday.
    Tomorrow is open and right now it seems to be more than enough
    To just be here today, and I don’t know what the future is holding in store,
    I don’t know where I’m going, I’m not sure where I’ve been.
    There’s a spirit that guides me, a light that shines for me,
    my life is worth the living, I don’t need to see the end.

    Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
    like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.
    Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
    like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.
    Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
    like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.

    (Walt Disney Music Co.)

  11. Thank God I’m A Country Boy (Live)

    Thank God I’m A Country Boy (Live)

    Well, life’s on a farm is kinda laid back,
    ain’t much an old country boy like me can’t hack.
    It’s early to rise, early in the sack thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, a simple kind of life never did me no harm,
    raising me a family and working on the farm.
    My days are all filled with an easy country charm, thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
    When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
    And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.

    When the work’s all done and the sun’s setting low,
    I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow.
    The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low, thank God I’m a country boy.
    I’d play Sally Gooding all day if I could,
    but the lord and my wife wouldn’t take it very  good.
    So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should, thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
    When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
    And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.

    I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds or jewels,
    I never was one of them money hungry fools.
    I’d rather have my fiddle and my farming tools, thank God I’m a country boy.
    Yeah, city folk driving in a black limousine,
    a lotta sad people thinking that’s-a mighty keen.
    Son, let me tell you now exactly what I mean, thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
    When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
    And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.

    Well, my fiddle was my daddy’s till the day he died,
    and he took me by the hand and held me close to his  side.
    He said, “Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride,
    and thank God you’re a country boy.
    My Daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle,
    he taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle.
    He taught me how to love and how to give just a little,
    thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
    When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
    And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.

    (written by Sommers)

  12. I’m Sorry

    I’m Sorry

    It’s cold here in the city, it always seems that way,
    and I’ve been thinking about you almost every day.
    Thinking about the good times, thinking about the rain.
    Thinking about how bad it feels alone again.
    I’m sorry for the way things are in China, I’m sorry things ain’t what they used to be.
    More than anything else, I’m sorry for myself cause you’re not here with me.

    Our friends all ask about you, I say you’re doing fine. I expect to hear from you almost anytime.
    They all know I’m crying, and I can’t sleep at night. They all know I’m dying down deep inside.
    I’m sorry for all the lies I told you, I’m sorry for the things I didn’t say.
    But more than anything else, I’m sorry for myself. I can’t believe you went away.

    I’m sorry if I took some things for granted, I’m sorry for the chains I put on you.
    But more than anything else, I’m sorry for myself for living without you.

    (written by John Denver)

  13. Calypso

    Calypso

    To sail on a dream on a crystal clear ocean, to ride on the crest of the wild raging storm.
    To work in the service of life and the living, in search of the answers to questions unknown.
    To be part of the movement and part of the growing, part of beginning to understand.
    Aye, Calypso, the place’s you’ve been to, the things that you’ve shown us, the stories you tell.
    Aye, Calypso, I sing to your spirit, the men who have served you so long and so well.

    Like the dolphin who guides you, you bring us beside you
    to light up the darkness and show us the way.
    For though we are strangers in your silent world, to live on the land we must learn from the sea.
    To be true as the tide and free as a wind swell, joyful and loving in letting it be.
    Aye, Calypso, the place’s you’ve been to, the things that you’ve shown us, the stories you tell.
    Aye, Calypso, I sing to your spirit, the men who have served you so long and so well.
    Aye, Calypso, the place’s you’ve been to, the things that you’ve shown us, the stories you tell.
    Aye, Calypso, I sing to your spirit, the men who have served you so long and so well.

  14. Fly Away

    Fly Away

    All of her days have gone soft and cloudy, all of her dreams have gone dry.
    All of her nights have gone sad and shady, She’s getting ready to fly.
    Fly away, fly away, fly away.

    Life in the city can make you crazy for sounds of the sand and the sea.
    Life in a high-rise can make you hungry for things that you can’t even see.
    Fly away, fly away, fly away.

    In this whole world there’s nobody as lonely as she,
    there’s nowhere to go and there’s nowhere that she’d rather be.
    She’s looking for lovers and children playing, she’s looking for signs of the spring.
    She listens for laughter and sounds of dancing, she listens for any old thing.
    Fly away, fly away, fly away .

    In this whole world there’s nobody as lonely as she,
    there’s nowhere to go and there’s nowhere that she’d rather be.
    All of her days have gone soft and cloudy, all of her dreams have gone dry.
    All of her nights have gone sad and shady, She’s getting ready to fly.
    Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away.

    Where are my days, where are my nights? Where is the Spring? I wanna fly, I wanna fly…

    (written by John Denver)

  15. Looking for Space

    Looking for Space

    On the road of experience, I’m trying to find my own way.
    Sometimes I wish that I could fly away.
    When I think that I’m moving, suddenly things stand still.
    I’m afraid cause I think they always will.
    And I’m looking for space and to find out who I am, and I’m looking to know and understand.
    It’s a sweet, sweet dream, sometimes I’m almost there.
    Sometimes I fly like an eagle and sometimes I’m deep in despair.

    All alone in the universe, sometimes that’s how it seems.
    I get lost in the sadness and the screams.
    Then I look in the center and suddenly everything’s clear.
    I find myself in the sunshine and my dreams
    And I’m looking for space and to find out who I am, and I’m looking to know and understand.
    It’s a sweet, sweet dream, sometimes I’m almost there.
    Sometimes I fly like an eagle and sometimes I’m deep in despair.

    On the road of experience, join in the living day.
    If there’s an answer it’s just that it’s just that way,
    When you’re looking for space and to find out who you are.
    When you’re looking to try and reach the stars.
    It’s a sweet, sweet dream, sometimes I’m almost there.
    Sometimes I fly like an eagle and sometimes I’m deep in despair.

    (written by John Denver)

  16. Like a Sad Song

    Like a Sad Song

    Usually in the morning I’m filled with sweet belonging and everything is beautiful to see.
    Even when it’s raining, the sound of heaven singing is simply joyful music to me.
    But sometimes I feel like a sad song, like I’m all alone without you.

    So many different places, a million smiling faces, life is so incredible to me.
    Especially to be near you and how it is to touch you, oh, paradise was made for you and me.
    Sometimes I feel like a sad song, like I’m all alone without you.

    I know that life goes on just perfectly and everything is just the way that it should be.
    Still there are times when my heart feels like breaking and anywhere is where I’d rather be.
    Oh, and in the nighttime, I know that it’s the right time to hold you close and say I love you so.
    To have someone to share with and someone I can care with
    and that is why I wanted you to know.
    Sometimes I feel like a sad song, like I’m all alone without you, without you.

    (written by John Denver)

  17. My Sweet Lady

    My Sweet Lady

    Lady, are you crying, do the tears belong to me? Did you think our time together was all gone?
    Lady, you’ve been dreaming. I’m as close as I can be.
    And I swear to you our time has just begun.
    Close your eyes and rest your weary mind. I promise I will stay right here beside you.
    Today our lives were joined, became entwined.
    I wish that you could know how much I love you.

    Lady, are you happy, do you feel the way I do?
    Are there meanings that you’ve never seen before?
    Lady, my sweet lady, I just can’t believe it’s true. And it’s like I’ve never ever loved before.
    Close your eyes and rest your weary mind. I promise I will stay right here beside you.
    Today our lives were joined, became entwined.
    I wish that you could know how much I love you.
    Lady, are you crying, do the tears belong to me? Did you think our time together was all gone?
    Lady, you’ve been dreaming. I’m as close as I can be.
    And I swear to you our time has just begun.

    (written by John Denver)

  18. Perhaps Love

    Perhaps Love

    Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm.
    It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm.
    And in those times of trouble when you are most alone,
    the memory of love will bring you home.

    Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door.
    It invites you to come closer, it wants to show you more.
    And even if you lose yourself and don’t know what to do,
    the memory of love will see you through.

    Oh, love to some is like a cloud, to some as strong as steel.
    For some a way of living, for some a way to feel.
    And some say love is holding on and some say letting go.
    And some say love is everything and some say they don’t know.
    Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of change.
    Like a fire when it’s cold outside or thunder when it rains.
    If I should live forever and all my dreams come true, my memories of love will be of you.

    Oh, love to some is like a cloud, to some as strong as steel.
    For some a way of living, for some a way to feel.
    And some say love is holding on and some say letting go.
    And some say love is everything and some say they don’t know.
    Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of change.
    Like a fire when it’s cold outside or thunder when it rains.
    If I should live forever and all my dreams come true, my memories of love will be of you.

    (written by John Denver)

  19. Shanghai Breezes

    Shanghai Breezes

    It’s funny how you sound as if you’re right next door when you’re really half a world away.
    I just can’t seem to find the words I’m looking for to say the things that I want to say.
    I can’t remember when I felt so close to you, it’s almost more than I can bear.
    And though I seem a half a million miles from you, you are in my heart and living there.
    And the moon and the stars are the same ones you see, it’s the same old sun up in the sky.
    And your voice in my ear is like heaven to me like the breezes here in old Shanghai.

    There are lovers who walk hand in hand in the park and lovers who walk all alone.
    There are lovers who lie unafraid in the dark and lovers who long for home.
    Oh, I couldn’t leave you even if I wanted to, you’re in my dreams and always near.
    And especially when I sing the songs I wrote for you, you are in my heart and living there.
    And the moon and the stars are the same ones you see, it’s the same old sun up in the sky.
    And your face in my dreams is like heaven to me just like the breezes here in old Shanghai.

    Shanghai breezes, cool and clearing, evening’s sweet caress.
    Shanghai breezes, soft and gentle, remind me of your tenderness.
    And the moon and the stars are the same ones you see, it’s the same old sun up in the sky.
    And your love in my life is like heaven to me, like the breezes here in old Shanghai.
    And the moon and the stars are the same ones you see, it’s the same old sun up in the sky.
    And your love in my life is like heaven to me, like the breezes here in old Shanghai.
    Just like the breezes here in old Shanghai

    (written by John Denver)

  20. Wild Montana Skies – Vocal Duet John Denver and Emmylou Harris

    Wild Montana Skies – Vocal Duet John Denver and Emmylou Harris

    He was born in the Bitteroot Valley in the early morning rain.
    Wild geese over the water, heading north and home again.
    Bringing a warm wind from the south, bringing the first taste of the spring.
    His mother took him to her breast, and softly she did sing:
    Oh Montana, give this child a home.
    Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own.
    Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes,
    give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana Skies.

    His mother died that summer and he never learned to cry.
    He never knew his father and he never did ask why.
    He never knew the answers that would make an easy way,
    but he learned to know the wilderness and to be a man that way.
    His mother’s brother took him in to his family and his home,
    gave him a hand that he could lean on and a strength to call his own.
    And he learned to be a farmer, and he learned to love the land,
    and he learned to read the seasons and he learned to make a stand.
    Oh Montana, give this child a home.
    Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own.
    Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes,
    give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana Skies.

    On the eve of his 21st birthday, he set out on his own.
    He was 30 years and running when he found his way back home.
    Riding a storm across the mountains and an aching in his heart,
    said he came to turn the pages and to make a brand new start.
    Now he never told a story of the time that he was gone.
    Some say he was a lawyer, some say he was a John.
    There was something in the city that he said he couldn’t breathe,
    there was something in the country that he said he couldn’t leave.
    Now some say he was crazy, some are glad he’s gone.
    Some of us will miss him and try to carry on,
    giving a voice to the forest, giving a voice to the dawn.
    Giving a voice to the wilderness and the land that he lived on.
    Oh Montana, give this child a home.
    Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own.
    Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes,
    give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana Skies.
    Oh Montana, give this child a home.
    Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own.
    Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes,
    give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana Skies.

    (written by John Denver)