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John Denver Live in Edinburgh- October 21st 1991

2012
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  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.

    (written by John Denver and Joe Henry)

  2. Rocky Mountain High

    Rocky Mountain High

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

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

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

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver and Mike Taylor)

     

  3. 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, ewwww!
    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 Jim Connor)

  4. Take Me Home, Country Roads

    Take Me Home, Country Roads

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver, Taffy Nivert and Bill Danoff)

  5. 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)

  6. Home Grown Tomatoes

    Home Grown Tomatoes

    Ain’t nothin’ in the world that I like better
    Than bacon & lettuce & homegrown tomatoes
    Up in the mornin’ out in the garden

    Get you a ripe one don’t get a hard one
    Plant `em in the spring eat `em in the summer
    All winter with out `em’s a culinary bummer
    I forget all about the sweatin’ & diggin’
    Everytime I go out & pick me a big one

    Homegrown tomatoes homegrown tomatoes
    What’d life be without homegrown tomatoes
    Only two things that money can’t buy
    That’s true love & homegrown tomatoes

    You can go out to eat & that’s for sure
    But it’s nothin’ a homegrown tomato won’t cure
    Put `em in a salad, put `em in a stew
    You can make your very own tomato juice
    Eat `em with egss, eat `em with gravy
    Eat `em with beans, pinto or navy
    Put `em on the site put `em in the middle
    Put a homegrown tomato on a hotcake griddle

    If I’s to change this life I lead
    I’d be Johnny Tomato Seed
    `Cause I know what this country needs
    Homegrown tomatoes in every yard you see
    When I die don’t bury me
    In a box in a cemetary
    Out in the garden would be much better
    I could be pushin’ up homegrown tomatoes

    (written by Guy Clark)

  7. Band Intro
  8. Hold On Tightly

    Hold On Tightly

    Lost in a boat on the ocean, lost in a ship out at sea.
    Lost in the dark of misfortune, where is a light I can see?
    Where is the highway to heaven, where is the love we all need?
    Where is the peace that we long for, where is the man who is free?
    Here in the heart there is freedom, here in the heart there is peace.
    Here in the heart is the answer to questions much deeper than these.
    You’ve got to hold on tightly, let go lightly. It’s only surrender, it’s all in the game.
    If you just hold on tightly, let go lightly, there’s always forgiveness and no one to blame.

    Some will take fame over fortune, some will take love over gold.
    Some will pray only for power, some never want to grow old.
    Some see the day that is coming, some only see what has passed.
    Someone will always be first in line, someone will always be last.
    Here in the heart there is freedom, here in the heart there is peace.
    Here in the heart is the answer to questions much deeper than these.
    You’ve got to hold on tightly, let go lightly. It’s only surrender, it’s all in the game.
    If you just hold on tightly, let go lightly, there’s always forgiveness and no one to blame.
    You’ve got to hold on tightly, let go lightly. It’s only surrender, it’s all in the game.
    If you just hold on tightly, let go lightly, there’s always forgiveness and no one to blame.

    (written by John Denver)

  9. Follow Me

    Follow Me

    Its by far the hardest thing Ive ever done
    To be so in love with you and so alone

    Follow me where I go what I do and who I know
    Make it part of you to be a part of me
    Follow me up and down all the way and all around
    Take my hand and say youll follow me

    Its long been on my mind
    You know its been a long, long time
    Ive tried to find the way that I can make you understand
    The way I feel about you and just how much I need you
    To be there where I can talk to you
    When theres no one else around

    Follow me where I go what I do and who I know
    Make it part of you to be a part of me
    Follow me up and down all the way and all around
    Take my hand and say youll follow me

    You see Id like to share my life with you
    And show you things Ive seen
    Places that Im going to places where Ive been
    To have you there beside me and never be alone
    And all the time that youre with me
    We will be at home

    Follow me where I go what I do and who I know
    Make it part of you to be a part of me
    Follow me up and down all the way
    Take my hand and I will follow you

    (written by John Denver)

  10. Whispering Jesse

    Whispering Jesse

    I often have wandered in deep contemplation,
    It seems that the mind runs wild when you’re all alone.
    The way that it could be, the ways that it should be.
    Things I’d do differently if I could do them again.
    I’ve always loved spring time, the passing of winter.
    The green of the new leaves and life going on.
    The promise of morning, The long days of summer,
    warm nights of loving her beneath the bright stars.

    I’m just an old cowboy from high Colorado, too old to ride anymore, too blind to see.
    I sleep in the city now, away from my mountains, away from the cabin we always called home.
    I dreamed I left there on an old palomino. Whispering Jesse rode right by my side.
    I long to hold her, to hear her soft breathing, the touch of her cool hand on my fevered brow.

    Whispering Jesse still rides in the mountains, still sings in the canyons, still lives in my heart.

    (written by John Denver)

  11. Intro to Gary Hart Song
  12. Gary Hart Song

    Gary Hart Song

    Who’s that running down the alley
    In the dark of Friday night

    As he zippers up his trousers
    In the inky slinky light

    Why, of course, it’s good old Gary
    Leaping over someone’s fence
    Yes, it’s good old Gary Hart
    I wouldn’t keep you in suspense

    He likes going out to parties
    He likes being a rolling stone

    And he ran things for McGovern
    So I guess we should have known

    He likes warm and willing women
    He likes being where they are
    He couldn’t sing, he couldn’t dance
    But he just had to be a star

    So he went into the Politics Game
    Yes, he went into the politics game
    Warren Beatty told him “looky”
    You can get a lot of nookie
    If you get into the politics game

    When he made it to the Senate
    Gary started making hay

    Gary started making nearly
    Everything that came his way

    He liked taking a position
    But when all is said and done
    Gary’s favorite position
    Was the missionary one

    Jimmy Dean was Gary’s hero
    And he studied him with care

    How he stood and how he walked
    And even how he wore his hair

    But the thing that moved him most
    And made him swear he’d never fail
    If he made it to the White House
    Think of all the chicks he’d nail

    So he went into the Politics Game
    Yes, he went into the politics game
    Warren Beatty told him “looky”
    You can get a lot of nookie
    If you get into the politics game

    Well, he met her at a party
    And her name was Donna Rice

    She was Gary’s kind of woman
    She was pure “Miami Vice”

    She thought he was Gary Collins
    And could get her on TV
    She suggested monkey business
    And the rest is history

    When they caught him makin’ whooppee
    And the campaign had to cease

    Gary went into seclusion
    He just had to find some peace

    He’s been out in Colorado
    Since, I can’t remember when
    But he must be gettin’ horny
    ‘Cause he’s runnin’ once again

    So he’s running into the Politics Game
    Yes, he’s running into the politics game
    Warren Beatty told him “looky”
    You can get a lot of nookie
    If you get into the politics game

    (written by John Denver)

  13. Rhymes & Reasons

    Rhymes & Reasons

    So you speak to me of sadness and the coming of the winter,
    The fear that is within you now that seems to never end,
    and the dreams that have escaped you and the hope that you’ve forgotten,
    and you tell me that you need me now and you want to be my friend,
    and you wonder where we’re going, where’s the rhyme and where’s the reason?
    And it’s you who cannot accept it is here we must begin

    to seek the wisdom of the children
    and the graceful way of flowers in the wind.

    For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers,
    their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.
    Like the music of the mountains and the colors of the rainbow,
    they’re a promise of the future and a blessing for today.

    Though the cities start to crumble and the towers fall around us,

    the sun is slowly fading and it’s colder than the sea.
    It is written: From the desert to the mountains they shall lead us,
    by the hand and by the heart, they will comfort you and me.
    In their innocence and trusting they will teach us to be free.

    For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers,
    their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.
    And the song that I am singing is a prayer to non-believers,
    come and stand beside us we can find a better way.

    (written by John Denver)

  14. Intro to Bells of Rhymney
  15. Bells of Rhymney

    Bells of Rhymney

    Oh what will you give me?
    Say the sad bells of Rhymney
    Is there hope for the future?
    Cry the brown bells of Merthyr.
    Who made the mine owner?
    Say the black bells of Rhondda.
    And who robbed the miner?
    Cry the grim bells of Blaina.

    They will plunder willy-nilly,
    Cry the bells of Caerphilly.
    They have fangs, they have teeth,
    Say the loud bells of Neath.
    Even God is uneasy,
    Say the moist bells of Swansea.
    And what will you give me?
    Say the sad bells of Rhymney

    Put the vandals in court
    Say the bells of Newport.
    All would be well if, if, if,
    Cry the green bells of Cardiff.
    Why so worried, sisters, why?
    Sang the silver bells of Wye.
    And what will you give me?
    Say the sad bells of Rhymney.

    (written by Pete Seeger and Idris Davies)

  16. Amazon

    Amazon

    There is a river that runs from the mountains, that one river is all rivers, all rivers are that one. There is a tree that
    stands in the forest, that one tree is all forests, all trees are that one.
    There is a flower that blooms in the desert, that one blossom is all flowers,
    all flowers are that one.
    It is the song of life, it is the flower of faith, it is the tree of temptation it is the river of no regret.

    There is a child that cries in the ghetto, that one child is all children, all children are that one. There is a vision that
    shines in the darkness, that one vision is all of our dreams,
    all of our dreams are that one.
    It is a vision of heaven, it is a child of promise, it is the song of life, it is the river of no regret.

    Let this be a voice for the mountains, let this be a voice for the river,
    let this be a voice for the forest, let this be a voice for the flowers,
    let this be a voice for the ocean, let this be a voice for the desert,
    let this be a voice for the children, let this be a voice for the dreamers,
    let this be a voice of no regret, no regret.

    (written by John Denver)

  17. Poem Introduction
  18. The Ambulance Down in the Valley

    The Ambulance Down in the Valley

    ‘ Twas a dangerous cliff, as they freely confessed,
    Though to walk near its crest was so pleasant,
    But over its terrible edge there had slipped,
    A duke and full many a peasant.

    So the people said something would have to be done,
    But their projects did not at all tally.
    Some said, “Put a fence around the edge of the cliff,”
    Some, “An ambulance down in the valley.”

    But the cry for the ambulance carried the day,
    For it spread through the neighboring city,
    A fence may be useful or not, it is true,
    But each heart became moved with pity,

    For those who slipped over that dangerous cliff;
    And the dwellers on highway and alley
    Gave pounds and gave pence not to put up a fence,
    But an ambulance down in the valley.

    Then an old sage remarked, “it’s a marvel to me
    That people give far more attention
    To repairing the results than to stopping the cause,
    When they’d much better aim at prevention.

    “Let us stop at its source all this hurt,” cried he.
    “Come, neighbors and friends, let us rally.
    If the cliff we will fence, we might almost dispense
    With the ambulance down in the valley.

    (written by Joseph Malins)

  19. Poems, Prayers & Promises

    Poems, Prayers & Promises

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

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

    (written by John Denver)

  20. 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)

  21. Dedication
  22. Perhaps Love

    Perhaps Love

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

    Perhaps love is like a window
    Perhaps an open door
    It invites you to come close
    It wants to show you more
    And even if you lose yourself
    And dont know what to do
    The memory of love will see you through

    Oh, love to some is like a cloud
    To some as strong as steel
    For some a way of living
    For some a way to feel
    And some say love is holding on
    And some say letting go
    And some say love is everything
    And some say they dont know

    Perhaps love is like the ocean
    Full of conflict, full of change
    Like a fire when its cold outside
    Or thunder when it rains
    If I should live forever
    And all my dreams come true
    My memories of love will be of you

    (written by John Denver)

Track List
  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.

    (written by John Denver and Joe Henry)

  2. Rocky Mountain High

    Rocky Mountain High

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

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

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

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver and Mike Taylor)

     

  3. 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, ewwww!
    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 Jim Connor)

  4. Take Me Home, Country Roads

    Take Me Home, Country Roads

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver, Taffy Nivert and Bill Danoff)

  5. 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)

  6. Home Grown Tomatoes

    Home Grown Tomatoes

    Ain’t nothin’ in the world that I like better
    Than bacon & lettuce & homegrown tomatoes
    Up in the mornin’ out in the garden

    Get you a ripe one don’t get a hard one
    Plant `em in the spring eat `em in the summer
    All winter with out `em’s a culinary bummer
    I forget all about the sweatin’ & diggin’
    Everytime I go out & pick me a big one

    Homegrown tomatoes homegrown tomatoes
    What’d life be without homegrown tomatoes
    Only two things that money can’t buy
    That’s true love & homegrown tomatoes

    You can go out to eat & that’s for sure
    But it’s nothin’ a homegrown tomato won’t cure
    Put `em in a salad, put `em in a stew
    You can make your very own tomato juice
    Eat `em with egss, eat `em with gravy
    Eat `em with beans, pinto or navy
    Put `em on the site put `em in the middle
    Put a homegrown tomato on a hotcake griddle

    If I’s to change this life I lead
    I’d be Johnny Tomato Seed
    `Cause I know what this country needs
    Homegrown tomatoes in every yard you see
    When I die don’t bury me
    In a box in a cemetary
    Out in the garden would be much better
    I could be pushin’ up homegrown tomatoes

    (written by Guy Clark)

  7. Band Intro
  8. Hold On Tightly

    Hold On Tightly

    Lost in a boat on the ocean, lost in a ship out at sea.
    Lost in the dark of misfortune, where is a light I can see?
    Where is the highway to heaven, where is the love we all need?
    Where is the peace that we long for, where is the man who is free?
    Here in the heart there is freedom, here in the heart there is peace.
    Here in the heart is the answer to questions much deeper than these.
    You’ve got to hold on tightly, let go lightly. It’s only surrender, it’s all in the game.
    If you just hold on tightly, let go lightly, there’s always forgiveness and no one to blame.

    Some will take fame over fortune, some will take love over gold.
    Some will pray only for power, some never want to grow old.
    Some see the day that is coming, some only see what has passed.
    Someone will always be first in line, someone will always be last.
    Here in the heart there is freedom, here in the heart there is peace.
    Here in the heart is the answer to questions much deeper than these.
    You’ve got to hold on tightly, let go lightly. It’s only surrender, it’s all in the game.
    If you just hold on tightly, let go lightly, there’s always forgiveness and no one to blame.
    You’ve got to hold on tightly, let go lightly. It’s only surrender, it’s all in the game.
    If you just hold on tightly, let go lightly, there’s always forgiveness and no one to blame.

    (written by John Denver)

  9. Follow Me

    Follow Me

    Its by far the hardest thing Ive ever done
    To be so in love with you and so alone

    Follow me where I go what I do and who I know
    Make it part of you to be a part of me
    Follow me up and down all the way and all around
    Take my hand and say youll follow me

    Its long been on my mind
    You know its been a long, long time
    Ive tried to find the way that I can make you understand
    The way I feel about you and just how much I need you
    To be there where I can talk to you
    When theres no one else around

    Follow me where I go what I do and who I know
    Make it part of you to be a part of me
    Follow me up and down all the way and all around
    Take my hand and say youll follow me

    You see Id like to share my life with you
    And show you things Ive seen
    Places that Im going to places where Ive been
    To have you there beside me and never be alone
    And all the time that youre with me
    We will be at home

    Follow me where I go what I do and who I know
    Make it part of you to be a part of me
    Follow me up and down all the way
    Take my hand and I will follow you

    (written by John Denver)

  10. Whispering Jesse

    Whispering Jesse

    I often have wandered in deep contemplation,
    It seems that the mind runs wild when you’re all alone.
    The way that it could be, the ways that it should be.
    Things I’d do differently if I could do them again.
    I’ve always loved spring time, the passing of winter.
    The green of the new leaves and life going on.
    The promise of morning, The long days of summer,
    warm nights of loving her beneath the bright stars.

    I’m just an old cowboy from high Colorado, too old to ride anymore, too blind to see.
    I sleep in the city now, away from my mountains, away from the cabin we always called home.
    I dreamed I left there on an old palomino. Whispering Jesse rode right by my side.
    I long to hold her, to hear her soft breathing, the touch of her cool hand on my fevered brow.

    Whispering Jesse still rides in the mountains, still sings in the canyons, still lives in my heart.

    (written by John Denver)

  11. Intro to Gary Hart Song
  12. Gary Hart Song

    Gary Hart Song

    Who’s that running down the alley
    In the dark of Friday night

    As he zippers up his trousers
    In the inky slinky light

    Why, of course, it’s good old Gary
    Leaping over someone’s fence
    Yes, it’s good old Gary Hart
    I wouldn’t keep you in suspense

    He likes going out to parties
    He likes being a rolling stone

    And he ran things for McGovern
    So I guess we should have known

    He likes warm and willing women
    He likes being where they are
    He couldn’t sing, he couldn’t dance
    But he just had to be a star

    So he went into the Politics Game
    Yes, he went into the politics game
    Warren Beatty told him “looky”
    You can get a lot of nookie
    If you get into the politics game

    When he made it to the Senate
    Gary started making hay

    Gary started making nearly
    Everything that came his way

    He liked taking a position
    But when all is said and done
    Gary’s favorite position
    Was the missionary one

    Jimmy Dean was Gary’s hero
    And he studied him with care

    How he stood and how he walked
    And even how he wore his hair

    But the thing that moved him most
    And made him swear he’d never fail
    If he made it to the White House
    Think of all the chicks he’d nail

    So he went into the Politics Game
    Yes, he went into the politics game
    Warren Beatty told him “looky”
    You can get a lot of nookie
    If you get into the politics game

    Well, he met her at a party
    And her name was Donna Rice

    She was Gary’s kind of woman
    She was pure “Miami Vice”

    She thought he was Gary Collins
    And could get her on TV
    She suggested monkey business
    And the rest is history

    When they caught him makin’ whooppee
    And the campaign had to cease

    Gary went into seclusion
    He just had to find some peace

    He’s been out in Colorado
    Since, I can’t remember when
    But he must be gettin’ horny
    ‘Cause he’s runnin’ once again

    So he’s running into the Politics Game
    Yes, he’s running into the politics game
    Warren Beatty told him “looky”
    You can get a lot of nookie
    If you get into the politics game

    (written by John Denver)

  13. Rhymes & Reasons

    Rhymes & Reasons

    So you speak to me of sadness and the coming of the winter,
    The fear that is within you now that seems to never end,
    and the dreams that have escaped you and the hope that you’ve forgotten,
    and you tell me that you need me now and you want to be my friend,
    and you wonder where we’re going, where’s the rhyme and where’s the reason?
    And it’s you who cannot accept it is here we must begin

    to seek the wisdom of the children
    and the graceful way of flowers in the wind.

    For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers,
    their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.
    Like the music of the mountains and the colors of the rainbow,
    they’re a promise of the future and a blessing for today.

    Though the cities start to crumble and the towers fall around us,

    the sun is slowly fading and it’s colder than the sea.
    It is written: From the desert to the mountains they shall lead us,
    by the hand and by the heart, they will comfort you and me.
    In their innocence and trusting they will teach us to be free.

    For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers,
    their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.
    And the song that I am singing is a prayer to non-believers,
    come and stand beside us we can find a better way.

    (written by John Denver)

  14. Intro to Bells of Rhymney
  15. Bells of Rhymney

    Bells of Rhymney

    Oh what will you give me?
    Say the sad bells of Rhymney
    Is there hope for the future?
    Cry the brown bells of Merthyr.
    Who made the mine owner?
    Say the black bells of Rhondda.
    And who robbed the miner?
    Cry the grim bells of Blaina.

    They will plunder willy-nilly,
    Cry the bells of Caerphilly.
    They have fangs, they have teeth,
    Say the loud bells of Neath.
    Even God is uneasy,
    Say the moist bells of Swansea.
    And what will you give me?
    Say the sad bells of Rhymney

    Put the vandals in court
    Say the bells of Newport.
    All would be well if, if, if,
    Cry the green bells of Cardiff.
    Why so worried, sisters, why?
    Sang the silver bells of Wye.
    And what will you give me?
    Say the sad bells of Rhymney.

    (written by Pete Seeger and Idris Davies)

  16. Amazon

    Amazon

    There is a river that runs from the mountains, that one river is all rivers, all rivers are that one. There is a tree that
    stands in the forest, that one tree is all forests, all trees are that one.
    There is a flower that blooms in the desert, that one blossom is all flowers,
    all flowers are that one.
    It is the song of life, it is the flower of faith, it is the tree of temptation it is the river of no regret.

    There is a child that cries in the ghetto, that one child is all children, all children are that one. There is a vision that
    shines in the darkness, that one vision is all of our dreams,
    all of our dreams are that one.
    It is a vision of heaven, it is a child of promise, it is the song of life, it is the river of no regret.

    Let this be a voice for the mountains, let this be a voice for the river,
    let this be a voice for the forest, let this be a voice for the flowers,
    let this be a voice for the ocean, let this be a voice for the desert,
    let this be a voice for the children, let this be a voice for the dreamers,
    let this be a voice of no regret, no regret.

    (written by John Denver)

  17. Poem Introduction
  18. The Ambulance Down in the Valley

    The Ambulance Down in the Valley

    ‘ Twas a dangerous cliff, as they freely confessed,
    Though to walk near its crest was so pleasant,
    But over its terrible edge there had slipped,
    A duke and full many a peasant.

    So the people said something would have to be done,
    But their projects did not at all tally.
    Some said, “Put a fence around the edge of the cliff,”
    Some, “An ambulance down in the valley.”

    But the cry for the ambulance carried the day,
    For it spread through the neighboring city,
    A fence may be useful or not, it is true,
    But each heart became moved with pity,

    For those who slipped over that dangerous cliff;
    And the dwellers on highway and alley
    Gave pounds and gave pence not to put up a fence,
    But an ambulance down in the valley.

    Then an old sage remarked, “it’s a marvel to me
    That people give far more attention
    To repairing the results than to stopping the cause,
    When they’d much better aim at prevention.

    “Let us stop at its source all this hurt,” cried he.
    “Come, neighbors and friends, let us rally.
    If the cliff we will fence, we might almost dispense
    With the ambulance down in the valley.

    (written by Joseph Malins)

  19. Poems, Prayers & Promises

    Poems, Prayers & Promises

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

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

    (written by John Denver)

  20. 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)

  21. Dedication
  22. Perhaps Love

    Perhaps Love

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

    Perhaps love is like a window
    Perhaps an open door
    It invites you to come close
    It wants to show you more
    And even if you lose yourself
    And dont know what to do
    The memory of love will see you through

    Oh, love to some is like a cloud
    To some as strong as steel
    For some a way of living
    For some a way to feel
    And some say love is holding on
    And some say letting go
    And some say love is everything
    And some say they dont know

    Perhaps love is like the ocean
    Full of conflict, full of change
    Like a fire when its cold outside
    Or thunder when it rains
    If I should live forever
    And all my dreams come true
    My memories of love will be of you

    (written by John Denver)

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