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I Want To Live

November 1977
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Side One
  1. How Can I Leave You Again

    How Can I Leave You Again

    In a spaceship over the mountains, chasing rainbows in the setting sun.
    Leaving heart and home for the city of angels, I feel my life is undone.
    There are pathways winding below me, in pleasure I’ve gone where they go.
    In the quiet stillness, I can hear symphonies, the loveliest music I know.
    How can I leave you again? I must be clear out of my mind.
    Lost in a storm I’ve gone blind, oh, how can I leave you again.

    Oh, it’s been a long time since I’ve listened, still longer since I’ve walked with you.
    For the first time I know what I’m missing, some answers are no longer true.
    So I question the course that I follow. I’m doubtful and deep in despair.
    My heart is filled with impossible notions, can it be you no longer care?
    Still I ride on the winds of a high wind blowing steady and strong behind me.
    As the clouds surrender, my fate is for certain, I’m a sailor who runs to the sea.
    How can I leave you again? I must be clear out of my mind.
    Lost in a storm I’ve gone blind, oh, how can I leave you again.
    How can I leave you again? I must be clear out of my mind.
    Lost in a storm I’ve gone blind, oh, how can I leave you again.

    (written by John Denver)

  2. Tradewinds

    Tradewinds

    Riding on a tradewind, filling my sails with a soft and southerly breeze,
    living on the ocean of blue.
    Dreaming of the islands, wrapping myself in a glow of the tropical moon,
    I never shiver when the sun goes down.
    All the earth she sings to me, every shallow, every tree, surely my love’s shining like the sea.

    I can make you happy. If I can I’ll take you away on a wave in my arms.
    Never leave you on the edge all alone.
    If you feel like dancing, rolling like the water across my sleepless night,
    making me a peaceful place.
    All my life to be with you,  all I ever want to do, knowing you are felling that way too.

    Distant thunder, heavy seas, Rocky Mountain memories, Surely I was lost till I found these.

    Doo doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo.

    (written by John Denver)

  3. Bet On The Blues

    Bet On The Blues

    Five hundred’ll buy you a stack. Bet it on the red or the black and you’ll lose, bet on the blues.
    You tell me you’re a gambling man.
    Try to beat the house if you can and you lose, bet on the blues.
    If you’re looking to get an inside slant,
    if you’re looking for something so good you can’t refuse, bet on the blues.
    Find a man who thinks he’s over the hump,
    I’m here to tell you he’s a kind of a chump you can use, bet on the blues, bet on the blues.

    Lucky old sun is shining today. Even money says you’ll be paying some dues, bet on the blues.
    You say you found your lady fair.
    Eight to five she’s wearing her traveling shoes, bet on the blues.
    Five hundred’ll buy you a stack. Bet it on the red or the black and you’ll lose, bet on the blues.
    You tell me you’re a gambling man.
    Try to beat the house if you can and you lose, bet on the blues.
    If you’re looking to get an inside slant,
    if you’re looking for something so good you can’t refuse, bet on the blues, bet on the blues,
    bet on the blues, bet on the blues, bet on the blues.

    (written by Tom Paxton)

  4. It Amazes Me

    It Amazes Me

    He came looking for the answers to some questions on his mind.
    Seeking truth and understanding in the hope that he would find a way
    to better serve his brothers and his sisters in the sun,
    sharing all that he was given giving all to everyone.
    Come and listen to the story of a journey once begun,
    of a people and their plenty and their season in the sun and how they
    gave themselves a symbol and things they could hold,
    living lives in desperation, in the fear of letting go.

    It amazes me and I know the wind will surely someday blow it all away.
    It amazes me and I’m so very grateful that you made the world this way.

    For our paths have come together now, where do we go from here?
    Will our differences divide us, must we always live in fear?
    For there are things that we must move through, some things to cast aside.
    While our Father watches over us, our Mother will provide.

    It amazes me and I know the wind will surely someday blow it all away.
    It amazes me and I’m so very grateful that you made the world this way.
    It amazes me, it amazes me, it amazes me.

    (written by John Denver)

  5. 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.

    (written by John Denver)

  6. Ripplin’ Waters

    Ripplin’ Waters

    I’ve got rippling waters to wake me to the morning my woman in love,
    tall pine trees are pointing us easily to heaven above.
    Blue spruce flaming on the grate in the evening, takes the chill away fine,
    cut the telephone line, the story’s the same.
    There’s a worn red chair by the window that she found at a sale down the way,
    when some old woman said that they needed more room for the winter.
    People like pulling out the stuffing when they sit down, so it passes the time,
    cut the telephone line, the story’s the same.

    Ooh, like a bubble on a windy day start to flutter when I hear you say,
    That you feel too good to go away and you make me feel fine.
    And you made the world a warmer place, by the sparkle of your diamond face.
    On a gray spot, put a little lace and you make me feel fine,
    warm as a mountain sunshine, on the edge of a snowline, in a meadow of columbine.

    Oh, little Jennifer, I’d give a penny for what you’ve got on your mind,
    seems like most of the time you’re lying there dreaming.
    Maybe in your vision you see how our mission is, slightly less than defined,
    Cut the telephone line, the story’s the same.
    Now rippling waters flow through the ceiling and the walls and they’re keeping me warm
    and the closest I’ve been to my family for days is my music.
    But to silently stare in the morning sky is like hearing her calling my name,
    cut the telephone line, the story’s the same.
    Ooh, like a bubble on a windy day start to flutter when I hear you say,
    That you feel too good to go away and you make me feel fine.
    warm as a mountain sunshine, on the edge of a snowline, in a meadow of columbine.

    (written by Ibbotson)

Side Two
  1. Thirsty Boots

    Thirsty Boots

    You’ve long been on the open road and sleeping in the rain,
    from dirty words and muddy cells, your clothes are soiled and stained.
    But the dirty words and muddy cells will soon be judged insane.
    So only stop and rest yourself, and you’ll be off again.
    Oh, take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile.
    Your feet are hot and weary from the dusty miles.
    And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try.
    Just looking for the evening and the morning in your eyes.

    Then tell me of the ones you saw as far as you could see,
    across the plains from field to town, marching to be free.
    And of the rusted prison gates that tumble by debris,
    like laughing children, one by one, they look like you and me.
    Oh, take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile.
    Your feet are hot and weary from the dusty miles.
    And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try.
    Just looking for the evening and the morning in your eyes.

    I know you are no stranger, now, to crooked rainbow trails,
    from dancing cliffheads to shattered sills to slander shackled jails.
    Where the voices drift up from below, his walls are being scaled.
    Yes all of this, and more my friend, your song shall not be failed.
    Oh, take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile.
    Your feet are hot and weary from the dusty miles.
    And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try.
    Just looking for the evening and the morning in your eyes.
    Take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile.
    Your feet are hot and weary from the dusty miles.
    And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try.
    Just looking for the evening and the morning in your eyes.

    (written by Andersen)

  2. Dearest Esmerelda

    Dearest Esmerelda


    Dearest Esmerelda, in another age, antiques would be modern, and we would be the rage.
    Silk would be in fashion, we would dress in lace.
    Love would be the passion and the saving grace.
    I slept one rainy night with you in Paris, made up for a thousand wasted years.
    Dearest Esmerelda, you are magic, I close my eyes and you make love appear.

    Dancing in the shimmer of a crystal chandelier. Shadows singing so low, only we could hear.
    Moving to the glimmer, shaking to the storm, outside it was raging but inside it was warm.
    We said goodnight in the candlelight and thunder, now I wake and find you’re never there.
    I’m becoming old enough to wonder, happy that I’m still too young to care.

    Masterpieces crumble, empires tumble down. Refugees and fantasies go underground.
    Romance lasts forever, love don’t fade away.
    They may take our future but they can’t stop yesterday.
    Cause somewhere in the cloudy skies of Paris, we were part of some artist’s design.
    Dearest Esmerelda, you are magic. In the gray around me how you shine, oh, how you shine.

    (written by Danoff)

  3. Singing Skies And Dancing Waters

    Singing Skies And Dancing Waters

    So many years ago, I can’t remember now, someone was waiting for me.
    I had the answers to all of my questions, love was so easy to see. I didn’t know.
    When I was younger, I should have known better, I thought that nothing was new.
    Through all the spaces, in all of the changes, the one I lost sight of was you.
    I didn’t know, I didn’t know.
    I could see you in singing skies and dancing waters, laughing children, growing old,
    and in the heart and in the spirit, and in the truth when it is told.

    My life became shaded and I grew afraid and I needed to find my way home.
    I just couldn’t see you, I thought that I’d lost you.
    I never felt so much alone. Are you still with me?
    Somehow in reason, I lost sight of season, tides rolling out and rolling in.
    Sometimes in evening when daylight was leaving, I though I’d never see you again.
    Are you still with me? Are you still with me?
    I’m with you in singing skies and dancing waters, laughing children, growing old,
    and in the heart and in the spirit, and in the truth when it is told.

    If my faith should falter and I should forsake you and find myself turning away,
    will you still be there? Will you still be there?
    I’ll be there in singing skies and dancing waters laughing children, growing old,
    and in the heart and in the spirit, and in the truth when it is told.

    (written by John Denver)

  4. I Want To Live

    I Want To Live

    There are children raised in sorrow on a scorched and barren plain,
    there are children raised beneath a golden sun.
    There are children of the water, children of the sand,
    and they cry out through the universe, their voices raised as one:
    I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
    I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to live.

    Have you gazed out on the ocean, seen the breaching of a whale?
    Have you watched the dolphins frolic in the foam?
    Have you heard the song the humpback hears five hundred miles away?
    Telling tales of ancient history of passages and home?
    I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
    I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to live.

    For the worker and the warrior, the lover and the liar, for the native and the wanderer in kind.
    For the maker and the user, and the mother and her son.
    I am looking for my family and all of you are mine.

    We are standing all together, face to face and arm in arm.
    We are standing on the threshold of a dream.
    No more hunger, no more killing, no more wasting life away.
    It is simply an idea and I know its time has come.
    I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
    I want to share what I can give, I want to be,
    I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
    I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to live.
    I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
    I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to live, I want to live, I want to live.

    (written by John Denver)

  5. Druthers

    Druthers

    If I had my druthers I’d go fishing, find myself a lake and a lazy day.
    If I had my druthers I’d quit wishing, get off the old caboose get on my way.
    Give me whole lots of laughter, great big barrels of fun,
    night time full of romance, a daytime full of sun.

    If I had my druthers I’d go flying, looking for the things I’d like to see.
    If I had my druthers I’d be trying, trying, the only way to be what I can be.
    Give me somebody to love me, make me feel like the only one,
    something that’s worth doing, Lord, I feel good when it’s well done.

    If I had my druthers I’d go sailing, catch me camping out on the open sea.
    If I had my druthers I’d be singing, just how good this good life feels to me, feels so good.
    You just need someone to talk to, something you can share.
    You don’t need no reason for living, Lord, it’s already there, yes it is.
    Woooo, woooo, yeah.  Makes me giggle, can’t sit down.
    I’m going fishing.

    (written by John Denver)

Side One
  1. How Can I Leave You Again

    How Can I Leave You Again

    In a spaceship over the mountains, chasing rainbows in the setting sun.
    Leaving heart and home for the city of angels, I feel my life is undone.
    There are pathways winding below me, in pleasure I’ve gone where they go.
    In the quiet stillness, I can hear symphonies, the loveliest music I know.
    How can I leave you again? I must be clear out of my mind.
    Lost in a storm I’ve gone blind, oh, how can I leave you again.

    Oh, it’s been a long time since I’ve listened, still longer since I’ve walked with you.
    For the first time I know what I’m missing, some answers are no longer true.
    So I question the course that I follow. I’m doubtful and deep in despair.
    My heart is filled with impossible notions, can it be you no longer care?
    Still I ride on the winds of a high wind blowing steady and strong behind me.
    As the clouds surrender, my fate is for certain, I’m a sailor who runs to the sea.
    How can I leave you again? I must be clear out of my mind.
    Lost in a storm I’ve gone blind, oh, how can I leave you again.
    How can I leave you again? I must be clear out of my mind.
    Lost in a storm I’ve gone blind, oh, how can I leave you again.

    (written by John Denver)

  2. Tradewinds

    Tradewinds

    Riding on a tradewind, filling my sails with a soft and southerly breeze,
    living on the ocean of blue.
    Dreaming of the islands, wrapping myself in a glow of the tropical moon,
    I never shiver when the sun goes down.
    All the earth she sings to me, every shallow, every tree, surely my love’s shining like the sea.

    I can make you happy. If I can I’ll take you away on a wave in my arms.
    Never leave you on the edge all alone.
    If you feel like dancing, rolling like the water across my sleepless night,
    making me a peaceful place.
    All my life to be with you,  all I ever want to do, knowing you are felling that way too.

    Distant thunder, heavy seas, Rocky Mountain memories, Surely I was lost till I found these.

    Doo doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo.

    (written by John Denver)

  3. Bet On The Blues

    Bet On The Blues

    Five hundred’ll buy you a stack. Bet it on the red or the black and you’ll lose, bet on the blues.
    You tell me you’re a gambling man.
    Try to beat the house if you can and you lose, bet on the blues.
    If you’re looking to get an inside slant,
    if you’re looking for something so good you can’t refuse, bet on the blues.
    Find a man who thinks he’s over the hump,
    I’m here to tell you he’s a kind of a chump you can use, bet on the blues, bet on the blues.

    Lucky old sun is shining today. Even money says you’ll be paying some dues, bet on the blues.
    You say you found your lady fair.
    Eight to five she’s wearing her traveling shoes, bet on the blues.
    Five hundred’ll buy you a stack. Bet it on the red or the black and you’ll lose, bet on the blues.
    You tell me you’re a gambling man.
    Try to beat the house if you can and you lose, bet on the blues.
    If you’re looking to get an inside slant,
    if you’re looking for something so good you can’t refuse, bet on the blues, bet on the blues,
    bet on the blues, bet on the blues, bet on the blues.

    (written by Tom Paxton)

  4. It Amazes Me

    It Amazes Me

    He came looking for the answers to some questions on his mind.
    Seeking truth and understanding in the hope that he would find a way
    to better serve his brothers and his sisters in the sun,
    sharing all that he was given giving all to everyone.
    Come and listen to the story of a journey once begun,
    of a people and their plenty and their season in the sun and how they
    gave themselves a symbol and things they could hold,
    living lives in desperation, in the fear of letting go.

    It amazes me and I know the wind will surely someday blow it all away.
    It amazes me and I’m so very grateful that you made the world this way.

    For our paths have come together now, where do we go from here?
    Will our differences divide us, must we always live in fear?
    For there are things that we must move through, some things to cast aside.
    While our Father watches over us, our Mother will provide.

    It amazes me and I know the wind will surely someday blow it all away.
    It amazes me and I’m so very grateful that you made the world this way.
    It amazes me, it amazes me, it amazes me.

    (written by John Denver)

  5. 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.

    (written by John Denver)

  6. Ripplin’ Waters

    Ripplin’ Waters

    I’ve got rippling waters to wake me to the morning my woman in love,
    tall pine trees are pointing us easily to heaven above.
    Blue spruce flaming on the grate in the evening, takes the chill away fine,
    cut the telephone line, the story’s the same.
    There’s a worn red chair by the window that she found at a sale down the way,
    when some old woman said that they needed more room for the winter.
    People like pulling out the stuffing when they sit down, so it passes the time,
    cut the telephone line, the story’s the same.

    Ooh, like a bubble on a windy day start to flutter when I hear you say,
    That you feel too good to go away and you make me feel fine.
    And you made the world a warmer place, by the sparkle of your diamond face.
    On a gray spot, put a little lace and you make me feel fine,
    warm as a mountain sunshine, on the edge of a snowline, in a meadow of columbine.

    Oh, little Jennifer, I’d give a penny for what you’ve got on your mind,
    seems like most of the time you’re lying there dreaming.
    Maybe in your vision you see how our mission is, slightly less than defined,
    Cut the telephone line, the story’s the same.
    Now rippling waters flow through the ceiling and the walls and they’re keeping me warm
    and the closest I’ve been to my family for days is my music.
    But to silently stare in the morning sky is like hearing her calling my name,
    cut the telephone line, the story’s the same.
    Ooh, like a bubble on a windy day start to flutter when I hear you say,
    That you feel too good to go away and you make me feel fine.
    warm as a mountain sunshine, on the edge of a snowline, in a meadow of columbine.

    (written by Ibbotson)

Side Two
  1. Thirsty Boots

    Thirsty Boots

    You’ve long been on the open road and sleeping in the rain,
    from dirty words and muddy cells, your clothes are soiled and stained.
    But the dirty words and muddy cells will soon be judged insane.
    So only stop and rest yourself, and you’ll be off again.
    Oh, take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile.
    Your feet are hot and weary from the dusty miles.
    And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try.
    Just looking for the evening and the morning in your eyes.

    Then tell me of the ones you saw as far as you could see,
    across the plains from field to town, marching to be free.
    And of the rusted prison gates that tumble by debris,
    like laughing children, one by one, they look like you and me.
    Oh, take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile.
    Your feet are hot and weary from the dusty miles.
    And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try.
    Just looking for the evening and the morning in your eyes.

    I know you are no stranger, now, to crooked rainbow trails,
    from dancing cliffheads to shattered sills to slander shackled jails.
    Where the voices drift up from below, his walls are being scaled.
    Yes all of this, and more my friend, your song shall not be failed.
    Oh, take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile.
    Your feet are hot and weary from the dusty miles.
    And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try.
    Just looking for the evening and the morning in your eyes.
    Take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile.
    Your feet are hot and weary from the dusty miles.
    And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try.
    Just looking for the evening and the morning in your eyes.

    (written by Andersen)

  2. Dearest Esmerelda

    Dearest Esmerelda


    Dearest Esmerelda, in another age, antiques would be modern, and we would be the rage.
    Silk would be in fashion, we would dress in lace.
    Love would be the passion and the saving grace.
    I slept one rainy night with you in Paris, made up for a thousand wasted years.
    Dearest Esmerelda, you are magic, I close my eyes and you make love appear.

    Dancing in the shimmer of a crystal chandelier. Shadows singing so low, only we could hear.
    Moving to the glimmer, shaking to the storm, outside it was raging but inside it was warm.
    We said goodnight in the candlelight and thunder, now I wake and find you’re never there.
    I’m becoming old enough to wonder, happy that I’m still too young to care.

    Masterpieces crumble, empires tumble down. Refugees and fantasies go underground.
    Romance lasts forever, love don’t fade away.
    They may take our future but they can’t stop yesterday.
    Cause somewhere in the cloudy skies of Paris, we were part of some artist’s design.
    Dearest Esmerelda, you are magic. In the gray around me how you shine, oh, how you shine.

    (written by Danoff)

  3. Singing Skies And Dancing Waters

    Singing Skies And Dancing Waters

    So many years ago, I can’t remember now, someone was waiting for me.
    I had the answers to all of my questions, love was so easy to see. I didn’t know.
    When I was younger, I should have known better, I thought that nothing was new.
    Through all the spaces, in all of the changes, the one I lost sight of was you.
    I didn’t know, I didn’t know.
    I could see you in singing skies and dancing waters, laughing children, growing old,
    and in the heart and in the spirit, and in the truth when it is told.

    My life became shaded and I grew afraid and I needed to find my way home.
    I just couldn’t see you, I thought that I’d lost you.
    I never felt so much alone. Are you still with me?
    Somehow in reason, I lost sight of season, tides rolling out and rolling in.
    Sometimes in evening when daylight was leaving, I though I’d never see you again.
    Are you still with me? Are you still with me?
    I’m with you in singing skies and dancing waters, laughing children, growing old,
    and in the heart and in the spirit, and in the truth when it is told.

    If my faith should falter and I should forsake you and find myself turning away,
    will you still be there? Will you still be there?
    I’ll be there in singing skies and dancing waters laughing children, growing old,
    and in the heart and in the spirit, and in the truth when it is told.

    (written by John Denver)

  4. I Want To Live

    I Want To Live

    There are children raised in sorrow on a scorched and barren plain,
    there are children raised beneath a golden sun.
    There are children of the water, children of the sand,
    and they cry out through the universe, their voices raised as one:
    I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
    I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to live.

    Have you gazed out on the ocean, seen the breaching of a whale?
    Have you watched the dolphins frolic in the foam?
    Have you heard the song the humpback hears five hundred miles away?
    Telling tales of ancient history of passages and home?
    I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
    I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to live.

    For the worker and the warrior, the lover and the liar, for the native and the wanderer in kind.
    For the maker and the user, and the mother and her son.
    I am looking for my family and all of you are mine.

    We are standing all together, face to face and arm in arm.
    We are standing on the threshold of a dream.
    No more hunger, no more killing, no more wasting life away.
    It is simply an idea and I know its time has come.
    I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
    I want to share what I can give, I want to be,
    I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
    I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to live.
    I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
    I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to live, I want to live, I want to live.

    (written by John Denver)

  5. Druthers

    Druthers

    If I had my druthers I’d go fishing, find myself a lake and a lazy day.
    If I had my druthers I’d quit wishing, get off the old caboose get on my way.
    Give me whole lots of laughter, great big barrels of fun,
    night time full of romance, a daytime full of sun.

    If I had my druthers I’d go flying, looking for the things I’d like to see.
    If I had my druthers I’d be trying, trying, the only way to be what I can be.
    Give me somebody to love me, make me feel like the only one,
    something that’s worth doing, Lord, I feel good when it’s well done.

    If I had my druthers I’d go sailing, catch me camping out on the open sea.
    If I had my druthers I’d be singing, just how good this good life feels to me, feels so good.
    You just need someone to talk to, something you can share.
    You don’t need no reason for living, Lord, it’s already there, yes it is.
    Woooo, woooo, yeah.  Makes me giggle, can’t sit down.
    I’m going fishing.

    (written by John Denver)

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