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Earth Songs

June 1990
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Side One
  1. Windsong

    Windsong

    The wind is the whisper of our mother the earth. The wind is the hand of our father the sky.
    The wind watches over our struggles and pleasures.
    The wind is the goddess who first learned to fly.

    The wind is the bearer of bad and good tidings, the weaver of darkness, the bringer of dawn.
    The wind gives the rain, then builds us a rainbow, the wind is the singer who sang the first song.

    The wind is a twister of anger and warming, the wind brings the fragrance of freshly mown hay.
    The wind is a racer, a wild stallion running and the sweet taste of love on a slow summer’s day.

    The wind knows the songs of cities and canyons, the thunder of mountains, the roar of the sea.
    The wind is the taker and giver of mornings, the wind is the symbol of all that is free.

    So welcome the wind and the wisdom she offers, follow her summons when she calls again.
    In your heart and your spirit, let the breezes surround you.
    Lift up your voice then and sing with the wind.

  2. Rocky Mountain Suite (Cold Nights In Canada)

    Rocky Mountain Suite (Cold Nights In Canada)

    Up in a meadow in Jasper, Alberta, two men and four ponies on a long lonesome ride.
    To see the high country and learn of her people,
    the ways that they lived there, the ways that they died.
    And one is a teacher and one a beginner just wanting to be there and wanting to know.
    And together they’re trying to us a story that should have been listened to long, long ago.

    How the life in the mountains is living in danger from too many people, too many machines.
    And the time is upon us, today is forever, tomorrow is just one of yesterday’s dreams.
    Cold nights in Canada and icy blue winds, the man and the mountains are brothers again.
    Clear waters are laughing, they sing to the skies. The Rockies are living, they never will die.

    Up in a meadow in Jasper, Alberta, two men and four ponies on a long lonesome ride.

  3. 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.

  4. 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 almost all the time makes me high.  Sunshine almost always.

  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.

  6. Eclipse

    Eclipse

    The sun is slowly fading in the western sky.
    Sometimes it takes forever the day to end.
    Sometimes it takes a lifetime, sometimes I think I’ll never see the sun again.

    There’s a heavy smog between me and the mountains,
    it’s enough to make a grown man sit and cry.
    It’s enough to make you wonder,
    it’s enough to make the world roll up and die.

    I think it’s kind of interesting the way things get to be,
    the way the people work with their machines.
    Serenity’s a long time coming to me,
    in fact, I don’t believe that I know what it means.

    In the east a shaded moon is hanging lazily,
    I do believe I saw the old man smile.
    I do believe I did, I do believe he’s been laughing all the while.

    I think it’s kind of interesting the way things get to be,
    the way the people work with their machines.
    Serenity’s a long time coming to me,
    in fact, I don’t believe that I know what it means anymore.

    The sun is slowly fading in the western sky.
    Sometimes it takes forever the day to end.
    Sometimes it takes a lifetime, sometimes I think I’ll never see the sun again,
    the sun again, the sun again.

  7. The Flower that Shattered The Stone

    The Flower that Shattered The Stone

    The earth is our mother, just turning around with her trees in the forest and roots underground.
    Our father above us, whose sigh is the wind, paint us a rainbow without any end.

    As the river runs freely, the mountain does rise.
    Let me touch with my fingers, and see with my eyes.
    In the hearts of the children, a pure love still grows.
    Like a bright star in heaven that lights our way home, like the flower that shattered the stone.

    Sparrows find freedom beholding the sun, in the infinite beauty, we’re all joined in one.
    I reach out before me and look to the sky, did I hear someone whisper, did something pass by?

    As the river runs freely, the mountain does rise.
    Let me touch with my fingers, and see with my eyes.
    In the hearts of the children, a pure love still grows.
    Like a bright star in heaven that lights our way home, like the flower that shattered the stone.
    Like a bright star in heaven that lights our way home, like the flower that shattered the stone.

Side Two
  1. Raven’s Child

    Raven’s Child

    Raven’s child is chasing salvation, black beak turned white from the crack and the snow.
    On the streets of despair the answer is simple, a spoonful of mercy can set free the soul.
    The drug king sits on his arrogant throne, away and above and apart.
    Even children are twisted to serve him and greed has corrupted what once was a heart.

    Raven’s child keeps vigil for freedom, trades for the arms that once made her strong.
    With nuclear warheads and lasers in heaven, fear does the choosing between right and wrong.
    The arms king sits on his arrogant throne, away and above and apart.
    Bankers assure him that he needn’t care and greed makes a stone of what once was a heart.

    Raven’s child is washing the water, all of her wing-feathers blackened with tar.
    Prince William shoreline’s an unwanted highway of asphalt and anger an elegant scar.
    The oil king sits on his arrogant throne, away and above and apart.
    Lawyers have warned him he mustn’t speak and greed has made silent what once was a heart.
    You know there are walls that come tumbling down for people who yearn to be free.
    Still there are hearts that long to be opened and eyes that are longing to see.

    Raven’s child is our constant companion, sticks like a shadow to all that is done.
    Try as we may we just can’t escape him, the source of our sorrow and shame, we are one.
    The true King sits on a heavenly throne, never away nor above nor apart.
    With wisdom and mercy and constant compassion, he lives in the love that lives in our hearts.

    (written by John Denver and Joe Henry)

  2. Children Of the Universe

    Children Of the Universe

    A heritage of vision was given to us all to smell the rose’s fragrance, to hear the songbird’s call.
    To watch the distant moonlight fill the coming of the tides,
    to understand that life is more than always choosing sides.

    And some have seen what can be seen of sailing ships and kings.
    And some are given feet of clay and some are given wings.
    Some must struggle just to breathe, some have a golden spoon.
    And some will never leave the nest while some walk on the moon.

    And don’t you know the life that lives within the silent hills
    is just as rich and beautiful and just as unfulfilled.
    As man with all his intellect, his reason and his choice,
    oh, who’s to say the nightingale has any less a voice.

    The silver dolphins twist and dance and sing to one another,
    the cosmic ocean knows no bounds for all that live are brothers.
    The whippoorwill, the grizzly bear, the elephant, the whale,
    all children of the universe, all weavers of the tale.

    So palomino, lie back down and dream yourself to sleep.
    The hawk flies with the morning dove, the lion with the sheep.
    As far away as you may go, we’ll never be apart.
    It’s in your dreams that you will know the seasons of the heart.

  3. To The Wild Country

    To The Wild Country


    There are times I fear I lose myself, I don’t know who I am,
    I get caught up in the struggle and the strain.
    With my back against a stone wall, my finger in the dam,
    I’m losing strength and going down again.
    When I take a look around me, my eyes can’t find the sun, there’s nothing wild as far as I can see. Then my
    heart turns to Alaska and freedom on the run, I can hear her spirit calling me
    to the mountains, I can rest there. To the rivers, I will be strong.
    To the forests, I’ll find peace there. To the wild country, where I belong.

    Oh, I know sometimes I worry on worldly ways and means, and I can see the future killing me.
    On a misbegotten highway of prophesies and dreams, a road to nowhere and eternity.
    And I know it’s just changes and mankind marching on, I know we can’t live in yesterday.
    But compared to what we’re losing and what it means to me,
    I’d give my life and throw the rest away
    to the mountains, I can rest there. To the rivers, I will be strong.
    To the forests, I’ll find peace there. To the wild country, where I belong.
    to the mountains, I can rest there. To the rivers, I will be strong.
    To the forests, I’ll find peace there. To the wild country, where I belong.

  4. 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.

  5. 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.

  6. Islands

    Islands


    Islands call out to me like the highlands that I always see in my dreams of home,
    I am never alone when I’m there.
    Islands, like so many dreams, are like canyons, but off the main stream.
    And there’s no one there, the dreamer is always alone.
    And the mighty blue ocean keeps rolling on every shore, like the spirit that binds us together,
    we are so much more than islands.

    Islands belong to the sea like the dark sands of my memory.
    When the morning comes they are stepping-stones to the sun.
    And the mighty blue ocean keeps rolling on every shore, like the spirit that binds us together,
    we are so much more than islands, islands.

  7. Earth Day Every Day (Celebrate)

    Earth Day Every Day (Celebrate)

    Celebrate morning, the cry of a loon on a lake in the night.
    The dreams that are born in the dawn’s early light, celebrate morning.

    Celebrate living, the laughter that sings in the heart of a child.
    The freedom that flies at the call of the wild, celebrate living.

    Celebrate evening, the stars that appear in the loss of the sun,
    whispering winds, we are one, we are one

    Celebrate Earth Day, every day, Celebrate Earth Day, every day.
    Celebrate land and sea, celebrate you and me, celebrate Earth Day, every day.

Side One
  1. Windsong

    Windsong

    The wind is the whisper of our mother the earth. The wind is the hand of our father the sky.
    The wind watches over our struggles and pleasures.
    The wind is the goddess who first learned to fly.

    The wind is the bearer of bad and good tidings, the weaver of darkness, the bringer of dawn.
    The wind gives the rain, then builds us a rainbow, the wind is the singer who sang the first song.

    The wind is a twister of anger and warming, the wind brings the fragrance of freshly mown hay.
    The wind is a racer, a wild stallion running and the sweet taste of love on a slow summer’s day.

    The wind knows the songs of cities and canyons, the thunder of mountains, the roar of the sea.
    The wind is the taker and giver of mornings, the wind is the symbol of all that is free.

    So welcome the wind and the wisdom she offers, follow her summons when she calls again.
    In your heart and your spirit, let the breezes surround you.
    Lift up your voice then and sing with the wind.

  2. Rocky Mountain Suite (Cold Nights In Canada)

    Rocky Mountain Suite (Cold Nights In Canada)

    Up in a meadow in Jasper, Alberta, two men and four ponies on a long lonesome ride.
    To see the high country and learn of her people,
    the ways that they lived there, the ways that they died.
    And one is a teacher and one a beginner just wanting to be there and wanting to know.
    And together they’re trying to us a story that should have been listened to long, long ago.

    How the life in the mountains is living in danger from too many people, too many machines.
    And the time is upon us, today is forever, tomorrow is just one of yesterday’s dreams.
    Cold nights in Canada and icy blue winds, the man and the mountains are brothers again.
    Clear waters are laughing, they sing to the skies. The Rockies are living, they never will die.

    Up in a meadow in Jasper, Alberta, two men and four ponies on a long lonesome ride.

  3. 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.

  4. 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 almost all the time makes me high.  Sunshine almost always.

  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.

  6. Eclipse

    Eclipse

    The sun is slowly fading in the western sky.
    Sometimes it takes forever the day to end.
    Sometimes it takes a lifetime, sometimes I think I’ll never see the sun again.

    There’s a heavy smog between me and the mountains,
    it’s enough to make a grown man sit and cry.
    It’s enough to make you wonder,
    it’s enough to make the world roll up and die.

    I think it’s kind of interesting the way things get to be,
    the way the people work with their machines.
    Serenity’s a long time coming to me,
    in fact, I don’t believe that I know what it means.

    In the east a shaded moon is hanging lazily,
    I do believe I saw the old man smile.
    I do believe I did, I do believe he’s been laughing all the while.

    I think it’s kind of interesting the way things get to be,
    the way the people work with their machines.
    Serenity’s a long time coming to me,
    in fact, I don’t believe that I know what it means anymore.

    The sun is slowly fading in the western sky.
    Sometimes it takes forever the day to end.
    Sometimes it takes a lifetime, sometimes I think I’ll never see the sun again,
    the sun again, the sun again.

  7. The Flower that Shattered The Stone

    The Flower that Shattered The Stone

    The earth is our mother, just turning around with her trees in the forest and roots underground.
    Our father above us, whose sigh is the wind, paint us a rainbow without any end.

    As the river runs freely, the mountain does rise.
    Let me touch with my fingers, and see with my eyes.
    In the hearts of the children, a pure love still grows.
    Like a bright star in heaven that lights our way home, like the flower that shattered the stone.

    Sparrows find freedom beholding the sun, in the infinite beauty, we’re all joined in one.
    I reach out before me and look to the sky, did I hear someone whisper, did something pass by?

    As the river runs freely, the mountain does rise.
    Let me touch with my fingers, and see with my eyes.
    In the hearts of the children, a pure love still grows.
    Like a bright star in heaven that lights our way home, like the flower that shattered the stone.
    Like a bright star in heaven that lights our way home, like the flower that shattered the stone.

Side Two
  1. Raven’s Child

    Raven’s Child

    Raven’s child is chasing salvation, black beak turned white from the crack and the snow.
    On the streets of despair the answer is simple, a spoonful of mercy can set free the soul.
    The drug king sits on his arrogant throne, away and above and apart.
    Even children are twisted to serve him and greed has corrupted what once was a heart.

    Raven’s child keeps vigil for freedom, trades for the arms that once made her strong.
    With nuclear warheads and lasers in heaven, fear does the choosing between right and wrong.
    The arms king sits on his arrogant throne, away and above and apart.
    Bankers assure him that he needn’t care and greed makes a stone of what once was a heart.

    Raven’s child is washing the water, all of her wing-feathers blackened with tar.
    Prince William shoreline’s an unwanted highway of asphalt and anger an elegant scar.
    The oil king sits on his arrogant throne, away and above and apart.
    Lawyers have warned him he mustn’t speak and greed has made silent what once was a heart.
    You know there are walls that come tumbling down for people who yearn to be free.
    Still there are hearts that long to be opened and eyes that are longing to see.

    Raven’s child is our constant companion, sticks like a shadow to all that is done.
    Try as we may we just can’t escape him, the source of our sorrow and shame, we are one.
    The true King sits on a heavenly throne, never away nor above nor apart.
    With wisdom and mercy and constant compassion, he lives in the love that lives in our hearts.

    (written by John Denver and Joe Henry)

  2. Children Of the Universe

    Children Of the Universe

    A heritage of vision was given to us all to smell the rose’s fragrance, to hear the songbird’s call.
    To watch the distant moonlight fill the coming of the tides,
    to understand that life is more than always choosing sides.

    And some have seen what can be seen of sailing ships and kings.
    And some are given feet of clay and some are given wings.
    Some must struggle just to breathe, some have a golden spoon.
    And some will never leave the nest while some walk on the moon.

    And don’t you know the life that lives within the silent hills
    is just as rich and beautiful and just as unfulfilled.
    As man with all his intellect, his reason and his choice,
    oh, who’s to say the nightingale has any less a voice.

    The silver dolphins twist and dance and sing to one another,
    the cosmic ocean knows no bounds for all that live are brothers.
    The whippoorwill, the grizzly bear, the elephant, the whale,
    all children of the universe, all weavers of the tale.

    So palomino, lie back down and dream yourself to sleep.
    The hawk flies with the morning dove, the lion with the sheep.
    As far away as you may go, we’ll never be apart.
    It’s in your dreams that you will know the seasons of the heart.

  3. To The Wild Country

    To The Wild Country


    There are times I fear I lose myself, I don’t know who I am,
    I get caught up in the struggle and the strain.
    With my back against a stone wall, my finger in the dam,
    I’m losing strength and going down again.
    When I take a look around me, my eyes can’t find the sun, there’s nothing wild as far as I can see. Then my
    heart turns to Alaska and freedom on the run, I can hear her spirit calling me
    to the mountains, I can rest there. To the rivers, I will be strong.
    To the forests, I’ll find peace there. To the wild country, where I belong.

    Oh, I know sometimes I worry on worldly ways and means, and I can see the future killing me.
    On a misbegotten highway of prophesies and dreams, a road to nowhere and eternity.
    And I know it’s just changes and mankind marching on, I know we can’t live in yesterday.
    But compared to what we’re losing and what it means to me,
    I’d give my life and throw the rest away
    to the mountains, I can rest there. To the rivers, I will be strong.
    To the forests, I’ll find peace there. To the wild country, where I belong.
    to the mountains, I can rest there. To the rivers, I will be strong.
    To the forests, I’ll find peace there. To the wild country, where I belong.

  4. 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.

  5. 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.

  6. Islands

    Islands


    Islands call out to me like the highlands that I always see in my dreams of home,
    I am never alone when I’m there.
    Islands, like so many dreams, are like canyons, but off the main stream.
    And there’s no one there, the dreamer is always alone.
    And the mighty blue ocean keeps rolling on every shore, like the spirit that binds us together,
    we are so much more than islands.

    Islands belong to the sea like the dark sands of my memory.
    When the morning comes they are stepping-stones to the sun.
    And the mighty blue ocean keeps rolling on every shore, like the spirit that binds us together,
    we are so much more than islands, islands.

  7. Earth Day Every Day (Celebrate)

    Earth Day Every Day (Celebrate)

    Celebrate morning, the cry of a loon on a lake in the night.
    The dreams that are born in the dawn’s early light, celebrate morning.

    Celebrate living, the laughter that sings in the heart of a child.
    The freedom that flies at the call of the wild, celebrate living.

    Celebrate evening, the stars that appear in the loss of the sun,
    whispering winds, we are one, we are one

    Celebrate Earth Day, every day, Celebrate Earth Day, every day.
    Celebrate land and sea, celebrate you and me, celebrate Earth Day, every day.

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