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Live At Cedar Rapids

1987
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Side One
  1. Love Is The Master

    Love Is The Master

    Almost exactly a year ago, I came here for the very first time.
    Looking up at the Spanish windows from a trail on the edge of the timberline.
    I’ve been off on a journey to find myself, maybe find my way back home.
    Been many an hour all by myself, in the darkest of nights I was never ever alone.

    Back in the San Juan Mountains again on a ride with some good old boys.
    Telling stories around a campfire, the sound of laughter is the loudest noise.
    There’s something in a night in the wilderness, it’s a magical thing to me.
    Like the sky is just a little bit brighter, and your life is everything that you’d like it to be.
    There’ll be snow on the passes tomorrow, you can feel it in the chill of the wind.
    Let the rain wash away all my sorrow, today is the day that my life starts all over again.

    I guess that it’s just about over now, everything’s about to change.
    Everything’s a brand new number, darling, everything’s a brand new game.
    And it’s funny I could even call you that after all the pain we’ve been through,
    Ah, but time is the master of healing, love is the master of everything that we do.
    There’ll be snow on the passes tomorrow, you can feel it in the chill of the wind.
    Let the rain wash away all my sorrow, today is the day that my life starts all over again.

    (written by John Denver)

  2. Mother Nature’s Son

    Mother Nature’s Son

    Born a poor young country boy, Mother Nature’s son.
    All day long I’m sitting singing songs for everyone.
    Sit beside a mountain stream, see her waters rise.
    Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies.

    Find me in my field of grass, Mother Nature’s son.
    Swaying daises sing a lazy song beneath the sun.

    Mother Nature’s son.

    (written by John Lennon & Paul McCartney)

  3. Farewell Andromeda (Welcome To My Morning)

    Farewell Andromeda (Welcome To My Morning)

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

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver)

  4. John Speaks to the Audience
  5. 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)

  6. 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)

  7. 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)

  8. Matthew

    Matthew

    I had an uncle, name of Matthew, he was his father’s only boy.
    Born just south of Colby, Kansas, he was his mother’s pride and joy.
    Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
    love was just a way to live and die.
    Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
    blue was just the Kansas summer sky.

    And all the stories that he told me back when I was just a lad.
    All the memories that he gave me, all the good times that he had.
    Growing up a Kansas farm boy, life was mostly having fun.
    Riding on his daddy’s shoulders behind the mule, beneath the sun.
    Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
    love was just a way to live and die.
    Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
    blue was just the Kansas summer sky.

    Well, I guess there were some hard times, and I’m told some years were lean.
    They had a storm in ’47, twister came and stripped ’em clean.
    He lost the farm, he lost his family, he lost the wheat, he lost his home.
    But he found the family bible, his faith as solid as a stone.
    Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
    love was just a way to live and die.
    Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
    blue was just the Kansas summer sky.

    So he came to live at our house, and he came to work the land.
    He came to ease my daddy’s burden, and he came to be my friend.
    So I wrote this down for Matthew, and it’s for him this song is sung.
    Riding on his daddy’s shoulders, behind the mule, beneath the sun
    Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
    love was just a way to live and die.
    Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
    blue was just the Kansas summer sky.
    Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
    love was just a way to live and die.
    Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
    blue was just the Kansas summer sky.

    (written by John Denver)

  9. Today

    Today

    Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
    I’ll taste your strawberries, I’ll drink your sweet wine.
    A million tomorrow shall all pass away, ‘ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today.
    I’ll be a dandy and I’ll be a rover, you’ll know who I am by the songs that I sing.
    I’ll feast at your table, I’ll sleep in your clover, who cares what tomorrow shall bring?

    Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
    I’ll taste your strawberries, I’ll drink your sweet wine.
    A million tomorrow shall all pass away, ‘ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today.
    I can’t be contented with yesterday’s glory, I can’t live on promises winter to spring.
    Today is my moment, now is my story, I’ll laugh and I’ll cry and I’ll sing.

    Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
    I’ll taste your strawberries, I’ll drink your sweet wine.
    A million tomorrow shall all pass away, ‘ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today.

    (written by Randy Sparks)

  10. Blow Up Your TV (Spanish Pipe Dream)

    Blow Up Your TV (Spanish Pipe Dream)

    She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol
    And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
    Well she pressed her chest against me
    About the time the juke box broke
    Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck
    And these are the words she spoke

    Blow up your T.V. throw away your paper
    Go to the country, build you a home
    Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
    Try an find Jesus on your own

    Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
    For I knew that topless lady she had something up her sleeve
    Well, she danced around the room awhile and she did the hoochy-coo
    Yeah she sang her song all night long, tellin’ me what to do

    Well, I was young and hungry and about to leave that place
    When just as I was leavin’, well she looked me in the face
    I said “You must know the answer.”
    “She said, “No but I’ll give it a try.”
    And to this very day we’ve been livin’ our way
    And here is the reason why

    We blew up our T.V. threw away our paper
    Went to the country, built us a home
    Had a lot of children, fed ’em on peaches
    They all found Jesus on their own

    (written by John Prine)

  11. Saturday Night in Toledo, Ohio

    Saturday Night in Toledo, Ohio

    Saturday night in Toledo, Ohio is like being nowhere at all.
    All through the day how the hours rush by, you sit in the park and you watch the grass die.

    Ah, but after the sunset, the dusk and the twilight, when shadows of night start to fall.
    They roll back the sidewalk precisely at ten and people who live there are not seen again.

    Just two lonely truckers from Great Falls, Montana and a salesman from places unknown
    all huddled together in downtown, Toledo to spend their big night all alone.

    You ask how I know of Toledo, Ohio? Well I spent a week there one day.
    They’ve got entertainment to dazzle your eyes: go visit the bakery and watch the buns rise.

    Ah, but let’s not forget that the folks of Toledo unselfishly gave us the scale.
    No springs, honest weight, that’s the promise they made,
    so smile and be thankful next time you get weighed.

    And “wive and wet wive”, let this be our motto, let’s let the sleeping dogs lie.
    And here’s to the dogs of Toledo, Ohio, ladies, we bid you goodbye.

    (written by Randy Sparks)

  12. Wild Montana Skies

    Wild Montana Skies

    He was born in the Bitterroot Valley in the early morning rain
    Wild geese over the water headin north and home again
    Bringin a warm wind from the south
    Bringin the first taste of the spring
    His mother took him to her breast and softly she did sing

    Oh Montana, give this child a home
    Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
    Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
    Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies

    His mother died that summer and he never learned to cry
    He never knew his father and he never did ask why
    He never knew the answers that would make an easy way
    But he learned to know the wilderness and to be a man that way

    His mothers brother took him in to family and his home
    Gave him a hand that he could lean on and a strength to call his own
    And he learned to be a farmer and he learned to love the land
    And he learned to read the seasons and he learned to make a stand

    Oh Montana, give this child a home
    Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
    Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
    Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies

    On the eve of his 21st birthday he set out on his own
    He was 30 years and runnin when he found his way back home
    Ridin a storm across the mountains and an aching in his heart
    Said he came to turn the pages and to make a brand new start

    Now he never told a story of the time that he was gone
    Some say he was a lawyer, some say he was a John
    There was somethin in the city that he said he couldnt breathe
    And there was somethin in the country that he said he couldnt leave

    Oh Montana, give this child a home
    Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
    Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
    Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies

    Now some say he was crazy and theyre glad that he is gone
    But some of us miss him and well try to carry on
    Giving a voice to the forest, giving a voice to the dawn
    Giving a voice to the wilderness and the land that he lived on

    Oh Montana, give this child a home
    Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
    Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
    Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies

    Oh Montana, give this child a home
    Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
    Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
    Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies

    (written by John Denver)

  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. The Eagle And The Hawk

    The Eagle And The Hawk

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

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

    (written by John Denver and Mike Taylor)

  15. Flying For Me

    Flying For Me

    Well, I guess that you probably know by now-I was one who wanted to fly.
    I wanted to ride on that arrow of fire right up into heaven.
    And I wanted to go for every man, every child, every mother of children,
    I wanted to carry the dreams of all people right up to the stars.
    And I prayed that I’d find an answer there or maybe I would find a song,
    giving a voice to all of the hearts that cannot be heard.
    And for all of the ones who live in fear and all of those who stand apart,
    my being there would bring us a little step closer together,

    They were flying for me, they were flying for everyone.
    They were trying to see a brighter day for each and every one.
    They gave us their light, they gave us their spirit and all they could be,
    they were flying for me, they were flying for me.

    And I wanted to wish on the Milky Way and dance upon a falling star.
    I wanted to give myself and free myself and join myself with it all.

    Given the chance to dream, it can be done, the promise of tomorrow is real.
    Children of spaceship Earth, the future belongs to us all.

    She was flying for me, she was flying for everyone.
    She was trying to see a brighter day for each and every one.
    She gave us her light, she gave us her spirit, and all she can be, she was flying for me.
    They were flying for me, they were flying for everyone.
    They were trying to see a brighter day for each and every one.
    They gave us their light, they gave us their spirit and all they could be,
    they were flying for me, they were flying for me.
    They were flying for me, they were flying for me.

    (written by John Denver)

Side Two
  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. 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)

  3. Shanghai Breezes

    Shanghai Breezes

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver)

  4. 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)

  5. For You

    For You

    Just to look in your eyes again, just to lay in your arms.
    Just to be the first one always there for you.
    Just to live in your laughter, just to sing in your heart.
    Just to be every one of your dreams come true.
    Just to sit by your window, just to touch in the night. Just to offer a prayer each day for you.
    Just to long for your kisses, just to dream of your sighs.
    Just to know that I’d give my life for you.
    For you, all the rest of my life, for you, all the rest of my life, for you alone, only for you.

    Just to wake up each morning, just to have you by my side.
    Just to know that you’re never really far away.
    Just a reason for living, just to say I adore. Just to know that you’re here in my heart to stay.
    For you, all the rest of my life, for you, all the rest of my life, for you alone, only for you.
    Just the words of a love song, just the beat of my heart.
    Just the pledge of my life, my love, for you.

    (written by John Denver)

  6. 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

    Lady, are you crying, do the tears belong to me
    Did you think our time together was all gone
    Lady, my sweet lady, I’m as close as I can be
    And I swear to you our time has just begun

    (written by John Denver)

  7. Heart to Heart

    Heart to Heart

    I havent seen all there is to see
    But Ive seen quite a bit
    Some things Ill always remember
    Some things I wish that I could forget
    I havent quite been around the world
    But Ive been around the block
    I know that distances are meaningless
    Like the hands that move around a clock
    And I know that love is everywhere
    Always safe, always true
    And exactly where it comes from
    Is where its going to

    Your heart to mine
    My heart to yours
    Talk about opening windows
    Talk about opening doors
    My heart to yours
    Your heart to mine
    Love is a light that shines
    From heart to heart

    Here I am sitting in old Hong Kong
    The harbor and the lights
    Theyre like diamonds in the heavens
    Enough to brighten the darkest of nights
    Theres another side to sorrow
    As there is to everything
    Like the other side of lonely
    Is falling in love again
    And then you know that theres an answer
    To the suffering we see
    And though it isnt easy
    Its still as simple as you and me
    And youll know that love is everywhere
    Always safe, always true
    And exactly where it comes from
    Is where its going to

    Your heart to mine
    My heart to yours
    Talk about opening windows
    Talk about opening doors
    My heart to yours
    Your heart to mine
    Love is a light that shines
    From heart to heart

    Your heart to mine
    My heart to yours
    Talk about opening windows
    Talk about opening doors
    My heart to yours
    Your heart to mine
    Love is a light that shines
    From heart to heart

    (written by John Denver)

  8. 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)

  9. John Speaks to the Audience
  10. Let Us Begin (What Are We Making Weapons For)

    Let Us Begin (What Are We Making Weapons For)

    I am the son of a grassland farmer, western Oklahoma, nineteen forty-three.
    I always felt grateful to live in the land of the free.
    I gave up my father to South Korea, the mind of my brother to Vietnam,
    now there’s a banker who says I must give up my land.
    There are four generations of blood in this topsoil, four generations of love on this farm.
    Before I give up, I would gladly give up my right arm.

    What are we making weapons for? Why keep on feeding the war machine?
    We take it right out of the mouths of our babies, take it away from the hands of the poor,
    tell me, what are we making weapons for?

    I had a son and my son was a soldier, he was so like my father, he was so much like me.
    To be a good comrade was the best that he dreamed he could be.
    He gave up his future to revolution, his life to a battle that just can’t be won.
    For this is not living, to live at the point of a gun.
    I remember the nine hundred days of Leningrad, The sound of the dying, the cut of the cold,
    I remember the moments, I prayed I would never grow old.

    What are we making weapons for? Why keep on feeding the war machine?
    We take it right out of the mouths of our babies, take it away from the hands of the poor,
    tell me, what are we making weapons for?

    For the first time in my life I feel like a prisoner, a slave to the ways of the powers that be.
    And I fear for my children, as I fear for the future I see.
    Tell me how can it be we’re still fighting each other? What does it take for a people to learn?
    If our song is not sung as a chorus, we surely will burn.

    What are we making weapons for? Why keep on feeding the war machine?
    We take it right out of the mouths of our babies, take it away from the hands of the poor,
    tell me, what are we making weapons for?

    Have we all forgotten all the lives that we are given,
    all the vows that were taken, saying never again,
    Now for the first time, this could be the last time. If peace is our vision, let us begin.

    Have we all forgotten all the lives that we are given,
    all the vows that were taken, saying never again,
    Now for the first time, this could be the last time. If peace is our vision, let us begin,
    let us begin.

    (written by John Denver)

  11. 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 good life all in all, it’s really fine to have a chance to hang around.
    and 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?

    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.
    For though 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 good life all in all, it’s really fine to have a chance to hang around.
    and 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)

  12. 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)

  13. 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)

     

  14. 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)

  15. Falling Leaves (The Refugees)

    Falling Leaves (The Refugees)

    Thank you for this precious day, these gifts you give to me.
    My heart’s so full of love for you, sings praise for all I see.
    Oh, sing for every mother’s love, for every childhood tear.
    Oh, sing for all the stars above, the peace beyond all fear.

    This is for the refugees, the ones without a home. A boat out on the ocean, a city street alone.
    Are they not some dear mother’s child? Are they not you and I?
    Are we the ones to bear this shame and they this sacrifice?
    Or are they just like falling leaves who give themselves away?
    From dust to dust, from seed to shear and to another day.
    If I could have one wish on Earth of all I can conceive,
    would be to see another Spring and bless the falling leaves.

    Thank you for this precious day, these gifts you give to me.
    My heart is so full of love for you, sings praise for all I see.
    Oh, sing for every mother’s love, for every childhood tear.
    Oh, sing for all the stars above, the peace beyond all fear.

    (written by John Denver)

Side One
  1. Love Is The Master

    Love Is The Master

    Almost exactly a year ago, I came here for the very first time.
    Looking up at the Spanish windows from a trail on the edge of the timberline.
    I’ve been off on a journey to find myself, maybe find my way back home.
    Been many an hour all by myself, in the darkest of nights I was never ever alone.

    Back in the San Juan Mountains again on a ride with some good old boys.
    Telling stories around a campfire, the sound of laughter is the loudest noise.
    There’s something in a night in the wilderness, it’s a magical thing to me.
    Like the sky is just a little bit brighter, and your life is everything that you’d like it to be.
    There’ll be snow on the passes tomorrow, you can feel it in the chill of the wind.
    Let the rain wash away all my sorrow, today is the day that my life starts all over again.

    I guess that it’s just about over now, everything’s about to change.
    Everything’s a brand new number, darling, everything’s a brand new game.
    And it’s funny I could even call you that after all the pain we’ve been through,
    Ah, but time is the master of healing, love is the master of everything that we do.
    There’ll be snow on the passes tomorrow, you can feel it in the chill of the wind.
    Let the rain wash away all my sorrow, today is the day that my life starts all over again.

    (written by John Denver)

  2. Mother Nature’s Son

    Mother Nature’s Son

    Born a poor young country boy, Mother Nature’s son.
    All day long I’m sitting singing songs for everyone.
    Sit beside a mountain stream, see her waters rise.
    Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies.

    Find me in my field of grass, Mother Nature’s son.
    Swaying daises sing a lazy song beneath the sun.

    Mother Nature’s son.

    (written by John Lennon & Paul McCartney)

  3. Farewell Andromeda (Welcome To My Morning)

    Farewell Andromeda (Welcome To My Morning)

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

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver)

  4. John Speaks to the Audience
  5. 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)

  6. 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)

  7. 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)

  8. Matthew

    Matthew

    I had an uncle, name of Matthew, he was his father’s only boy.
    Born just south of Colby, Kansas, he was his mother’s pride and joy.
    Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
    love was just a way to live and die.
    Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
    blue was just the Kansas summer sky.

    And all the stories that he told me back when I was just a lad.
    All the memories that he gave me, all the good times that he had.
    Growing up a Kansas farm boy, life was mostly having fun.
    Riding on his daddy’s shoulders behind the mule, beneath the sun.
    Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
    love was just a way to live and die.
    Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
    blue was just the Kansas summer sky.

    Well, I guess there were some hard times, and I’m told some years were lean.
    They had a storm in ’47, twister came and stripped ’em clean.
    He lost the farm, he lost his family, he lost the wheat, he lost his home.
    But he found the family bible, his faith as solid as a stone.
    Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
    love was just a way to live and die.
    Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
    blue was just the Kansas summer sky.

    So he came to live at our house, and he came to work the land.
    He came to ease my daddy’s burden, and he came to be my friend.
    So I wrote this down for Matthew, and it’s for him this song is sung.
    Riding on his daddy’s shoulders, behind the mule, beneath the sun
    Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
    love was just a way to live and die.
    Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
    blue was just the Kansas summer sky.
    Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
    love was just a way to live and die.
    Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
    blue was just the Kansas summer sky.

    (written by John Denver)

  9. Today

    Today

    Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
    I’ll taste your strawberries, I’ll drink your sweet wine.
    A million tomorrow shall all pass away, ‘ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today.
    I’ll be a dandy and I’ll be a rover, you’ll know who I am by the songs that I sing.
    I’ll feast at your table, I’ll sleep in your clover, who cares what tomorrow shall bring?

    Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
    I’ll taste your strawberries, I’ll drink your sweet wine.
    A million tomorrow shall all pass away, ‘ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today.
    I can’t be contented with yesterday’s glory, I can’t live on promises winter to spring.
    Today is my moment, now is my story, I’ll laugh and I’ll cry and I’ll sing.

    Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
    I’ll taste your strawberries, I’ll drink your sweet wine.
    A million tomorrow shall all pass away, ‘ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today.

    (written by Randy Sparks)

  10. Blow Up Your TV (Spanish Pipe Dream)

    Blow Up Your TV (Spanish Pipe Dream)

    She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol
    And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
    Well she pressed her chest against me
    About the time the juke box broke
    Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck
    And these are the words she spoke

    Blow up your T.V. throw away your paper
    Go to the country, build you a home
    Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
    Try an find Jesus on your own

    Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
    For I knew that topless lady she had something up her sleeve
    Well, she danced around the room awhile and she did the hoochy-coo
    Yeah she sang her song all night long, tellin’ me what to do

    Well, I was young and hungry and about to leave that place
    When just as I was leavin’, well she looked me in the face
    I said “You must know the answer.”
    “She said, “No but I’ll give it a try.”
    And to this very day we’ve been livin’ our way
    And here is the reason why

    We blew up our T.V. threw away our paper
    Went to the country, built us a home
    Had a lot of children, fed ’em on peaches
    They all found Jesus on their own

    (written by John Prine)

  11. Saturday Night in Toledo, Ohio

    Saturday Night in Toledo, Ohio

    Saturday night in Toledo, Ohio is like being nowhere at all.
    All through the day how the hours rush by, you sit in the park and you watch the grass die.

    Ah, but after the sunset, the dusk and the twilight, when shadows of night start to fall.
    They roll back the sidewalk precisely at ten and people who live there are not seen again.

    Just two lonely truckers from Great Falls, Montana and a salesman from places unknown
    all huddled together in downtown, Toledo to spend their big night all alone.

    You ask how I know of Toledo, Ohio? Well I spent a week there one day.
    They’ve got entertainment to dazzle your eyes: go visit the bakery and watch the buns rise.

    Ah, but let’s not forget that the folks of Toledo unselfishly gave us the scale.
    No springs, honest weight, that’s the promise they made,
    so smile and be thankful next time you get weighed.

    And “wive and wet wive”, let this be our motto, let’s let the sleeping dogs lie.
    And here’s to the dogs of Toledo, Ohio, ladies, we bid you goodbye.

    (written by Randy Sparks)

  12. Wild Montana Skies

    Wild Montana Skies

    He was born in the Bitterroot Valley in the early morning rain
    Wild geese over the water headin north and home again
    Bringin a warm wind from the south
    Bringin the first taste of the spring
    His mother took him to her breast and softly she did sing

    Oh Montana, give this child a home
    Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
    Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
    Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies

    His mother died that summer and he never learned to cry
    He never knew his father and he never did ask why
    He never knew the answers that would make an easy way
    But he learned to know the wilderness and to be a man that way

    His mothers brother took him in to family and his home
    Gave him a hand that he could lean on and a strength to call his own
    And he learned to be a farmer and he learned to love the land
    And he learned to read the seasons and he learned to make a stand

    Oh Montana, give this child a home
    Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
    Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
    Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies

    On the eve of his 21st birthday he set out on his own
    He was 30 years and runnin when he found his way back home
    Ridin a storm across the mountains and an aching in his heart
    Said he came to turn the pages and to make a brand new start

    Now he never told a story of the time that he was gone
    Some say he was a lawyer, some say he was a John
    There was somethin in the city that he said he couldnt breathe
    And there was somethin in the country that he said he couldnt leave

    Oh Montana, give this child a home
    Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
    Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
    Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies

    Now some say he was crazy and theyre glad that he is gone
    But some of us miss him and well try to carry on
    Giving a voice to the forest, giving a voice to the dawn
    Giving a voice to the wilderness and the land that he lived on

    Oh Montana, give this child a home
    Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
    Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
    Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies

    Oh Montana, give this child a home
    Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
    Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
    Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies

    (written by John Denver)

  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. The Eagle And The Hawk

    The Eagle And The Hawk

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

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

    (written by John Denver and Mike Taylor)

  15. Flying For Me

    Flying For Me

    Well, I guess that you probably know by now-I was one who wanted to fly.
    I wanted to ride on that arrow of fire right up into heaven.
    And I wanted to go for every man, every child, every mother of children,
    I wanted to carry the dreams of all people right up to the stars.
    And I prayed that I’d find an answer there or maybe I would find a song,
    giving a voice to all of the hearts that cannot be heard.
    And for all of the ones who live in fear and all of those who stand apart,
    my being there would bring us a little step closer together,

    They were flying for me, they were flying for everyone.
    They were trying to see a brighter day for each and every one.
    They gave us their light, they gave us their spirit and all they could be,
    they were flying for me, they were flying for me.

    And I wanted to wish on the Milky Way and dance upon a falling star.
    I wanted to give myself and free myself and join myself with it all.

    Given the chance to dream, it can be done, the promise of tomorrow is real.
    Children of spaceship Earth, the future belongs to us all.

    She was flying for me, she was flying for everyone.
    She was trying to see a brighter day for each and every one.
    She gave us her light, she gave us her spirit, and all she can be, she was flying for me.
    They were flying for me, they were flying for everyone.
    They were trying to see a brighter day for each and every one.
    They gave us their light, they gave us their spirit and all they could be,
    they were flying for me, they were flying for me.
    They were flying for me, they were flying for me.

    (written by John Denver)

Side Two
  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. 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)

  3. Shanghai Breezes

    Shanghai Breezes

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver)

  4. 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)

  5. For You

    For You

    Just to look in your eyes again, just to lay in your arms.
    Just to be the first one always there for you.
    Just to live in your laughter, just to sing in your heart.
    Just to be every one of your dreams come true.
    Just to sit by your window, just to touch in the night. Just to offer a prayer each day for you.
    Just to long for your kisses, just to dream of your sighs.
    Just to know that I’d give my life for you.
    For you, all the rest of my life, for you, all the rest of my life, for you alone, only for you.

    Just to wake up each morning, just to have you by my side.
    Just to know that you’re never really far away.
    Just a reason for living, just to say I adore. Just to know that you’re here in my heart to stay.
    For you, all the rest of my life, for you, all the rest of my life, for you alone, only for you.
    Just the words of a love song, just the beat of my heart.
    Just the pledge of my life, my love, for you.

    (written by John Denver)

  6. 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

    Lady, are you crying, do the tears belong to me
    Did you think our time together was all gone
    Lady, my sweet lady, I’m as close as I can be
    And I swear to you our time has just begun

    (written by John Denver)

  7. Heart to Heart

    Heart to Heart

    I havent seen all there is to see
    But Ive seen quite a bit
    Some things Ill always remember
    Some things I wish that I could forget
    I havent quite been around the world
    But Ive been around the block
    I know that distances are meaningless
    Like the hands that move around a clock
    And I know that love is everywhere
    Always safe, always true
    And exactly where it comes from
    Is where its going to

    Your heart to mine
    My heart to yours
    Talk about opening windows
    Talk about opening doors
    My heart to yours
    Your heart to mine
    Love is a light that shines
    From heart to heart

    Here I am sitting in old Hong Kong
    The harbor and the lights
    Theyre like diamonds in the heavens
    Enough to brighten the darkest of nights
    Theres another side to sorrow
    As there is to everything
    Like the other side of lonely
    Is falling in love again
    And then you know that theres an answer
    To the suffering we see
    And though it isnt easy
    Its still as simple as you and me
    And youll know that love is everywhere
    Always safe, always true
    And exactly where it comes from
    Is where its going to

    Your heart to mine
    My heart to yours
    Talk about opening windows
    Talk about opening doors
    My heart to yours
    Your heart to mine
    Love is a light that shines
    From heart to heart

    Your heart to mine
    My heart to yours
    Talk about opening windows
    Talk about opening doors
    My heart to yours
    Your heart to mine
    Love is a light that shines
    From heart to heart

    (written by John Denver)

  8. 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)

  9. John Speaks to the Audience
  10. Let Us Begin (What Are We Making Weapons For)

    Let Us Begin (What Are We Making Weapons For)

    I am the son of a grassland farmer, western Oklahoma, nineteen forty-three.
    I always felt grateful to live in the land of the free.
    I gave up my father to South Korea, the mind of my brother to Vietnam,
    now there’s a banker who says I must give up my land.
    There are four generations of blood in this topsoil, four generations of love on this farm.
    Before I give up, I would gladly give up my right arm.

    What are we making weapons for? Why keep on feeding the war machine?
    We take it right out of the mouths of our babies, take it away from the hands of the poor,
    tell me, what are we making weapons for?

    I had a son and my son was a soldier, he was so like my father, he was so much like me.
    To be a good comrade was the best that he dreamed he could be.
    He gave up his future to revolution, his life to a battle that just can’t be won.
    For this is not living, to live at the point of a gun.
    I remember the nine hundred days of Leningrad, The sound of the dying, the cut of the cold,
    I remember the moments, I prayed I would never grow old.

    What are we making weapons for? Why keep on feeding the war machine?
    We take it right out of the mouths of our babies, take it away from the hands of the poor,
    tell me, what are we making weapons for?

    For the first time in my life I feel like a prisoner, a slave to the ways of the powers that be.
    And I fear for my children, as I fear for the future I see.
    Tell me how can it be we’re still fighting each other? What does it take for a people to learn?
    If our song is not sung as a chorus, we surely will burn.

    What are we making weapons for? Why keep on feeding the war machine?
    We take it right out of the mouths of our babies, take it away from the hands of the poor,
    tell me, what are we making weapons for?

    Have we all forgotten all the lives that we are given,
    all the vows that were taken, saying never again,
    Now for the first time, this could be the last time. If peace is our vision, let us begin.

    Have we all forgotten all the lives that we are given,
    all the vows that were taken, saying never again,
    Now for the first time, this could be the last time. If peace is our vision, let us begin,
    let us begin.

    (written by John Denver)

  11. 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 good life all in all, it’s really fine to have a chance to hang around.
    and 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?

    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.
    For though 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 good life all in all, it’s really fine to have a chance to hang around.
    and 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)

  12. 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)

  13. 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)

     

  14. 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)

  15. Falling Leaves (The Refugees)

    Falling Leaves (The Refugees)

    Thank you for this precious day, these gifts you give to me.
    My heart’s so full of love for you, sings praise for all I see.
    Oh, sing for every mother’s love, for every childhood tear.
    Oh, sing for all the stars above, the peace beyond all fear.

    This is for the refugees, the ones without a home. A boat out on the ocean, a city street alone.
    Are they not some dear mother’s child? Are they not you and I?
    Are we the ones to bear this shame and they this sacrifice?
    Or are they just like falling leaves who give themselves away?
    From dust to dust, from seed to shear and to another day.
    If I could have one wish on Earth of all I can conceive,
    would be to see another Spring and bless the falling leaves.

    Thank you for this precious day, these gifts you give to me.
    My heart is so full of love for you, sings praise for all I see.
    Oh, sing for every mother’s love, for every childhood tear.
    Oh, sing for all the stars above, the peace beyond all fear.

    (written by John Denver)

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