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John Denver’s Greatest Hits Volume 2

March 1977
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Side One
  1. 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)

  2. Welcome To My Morning (Farewell Andromeda)

    Welcome To My Morning (Farewell Andromeda)

    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)

  3. 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)

  4. 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)

  5. 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)

  6. Thank God I’m A Country Boy

    Thank God I’m A Country Boy

    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)

Side Two
  1. Grandma’s Feather Bed

    Grandma’s Feather Bed

    When I was a little bitty boy, just up off a floor,
    we used to go down to Grandma’s house every month end or so.
    We’d have chicken pie and country ham, homemade butter on the bread.
    But the best darn thing about Grandma’s house was her great big feather bed.
    It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
    It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

    After supper we’d sit around the fire, the old folks would spit and chew.
    Pa would talk about the farm and the war, and Granny’d sing a ballad or two.
    I’d sit and listen and watch the fire till the cobwebs filled my head,
    next thing I’d know I’d wake up in the morning
    in the middle of the old feather bed.

    It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
    It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

    Well I love my Ma, I love my Pa, I love Granny and Grandpa too.
    I been fishing with my uncle, I ras’led with my cousin, I even kissed Aunt Lou, eww!
    But if I ever had to make a choice, I guess it oughta be said
    that I’d trade ’em all plus the gal down the road for Grandma’s feather bed.
    I’d trade ’em all plus the gal down the road…
    I’ll have to reconsider ’bout the gal down the road…

    It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
    It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

    (written by Connor)

  2. 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)

  3. 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)

  4. 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)

  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.

    (written by John Denver)

  6. This Old Guitar

    This Old Guitar

    This old guitar taught me to sing a love song,
    it showed me how to laugh and how to cry.
    It introduced me to some friends of mine and brightened up some days.
    It helped me make it through some lonely nights.
    What a friend to have on a cold and lonely night

    This old guitar gave me my lovely lady, it opened up her eyes and ears to me.
    it brought us close together and I guess it broke her heart,
    it opened up the space for us to be, what a lovely place and a lovely space to be.

    This old guitar gave me my life my living all the things you know I love to do
    To serenade the stars that shine from a sunny mountainside,
    and most of all, to sing my songs for you, I love to sing my songs for you,
    yes I do, you know.

    (written by John Denver)

Side One
  1. 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)

  2. Welcome To My Morning (Farewell Andromeda)

    Welcome To My Morning (Farewell Andromeda)

    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)

  3. 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)

  4. 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)

  5. 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)

  6. Thank God I’m A Country Boy

    Thank God I’m A Country Boy

    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)

Side Two
  1. Grandma’s Feather Bed

    Grandma’s Feather Bed

    When I was a little bitty boy, just up off a floor,
    we used to go down to Grandma’s house every month end or so.
    We’d have chicken pie and country ham, homemade butter on the bread.
    But the best darn thing about Grandma’s house was her great big feather bed.
    It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
    It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

    After supper we’d sit around the fire, the old folks would spit and chew.
    Pa would talk about the farm and the war, and Granny’d sing a ballad or two.
    I’d sit and listen and watch the fire till the cobwebs filled my head,
    next thing I’d know I’d wake up in the morning
    in the middle of the old feather bed.

    It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
    It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

    Well I love my Ma, I love my Pa, I love Granny and Grandpa too.
    I been fishing with my uncle, I ras’led with my cousin, I even kissed Aunt Lou, eww!
    But if I ever had to make a choice, I guess it oughta be said
    that I’d trade ’em all plus the gal down the road for Grandma’s feather bed.
    I’d trade ’em all plus the gal down the road…
    I’ll have to reconsider ’bout the gal down the road…

    It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
    It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

    (written by Connor)

  2. 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)

  3. 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)

  4. 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)

  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.

    (written by John Denver)

  6. This Old Guitar

    This Old Guitar

    This old guitar taught me to sing a love song,
    it showed me how to laugh and how to cry.
    It introduced me to some friends of mine and brightened up some days.
    It helped me make it through some lonely nights.
    What a friend to have on a cold and lonely night

    This old guitar gave me my lovely lady, it opened up her eyes and ears to me.
    it brought us close together and I guess it broke her heart,
    it opened up the space for us to be, what a lovely place and a lovely space to be.

    This old guitar gave me my life my living all the things you know I love to do
    To serenade the stars that shine from a sunny mountainside,
    and most of all, to sing my songs for you, I love to sing my songs for you,
    yes I do, you know.

    (written by John Denver)

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