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Live at the Sydney Opera House

1977
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  1. 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)

  2. 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)

  3. 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)

  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. Looking For Space

    Looking For Space

    On the road of experience, I’m trying to find my own way.
    Sometimes I wish that I could fly away.
    When I think that I’m moving, suddenly things stand still.
    I’m afraid cause I think they always will.
    And I’m looking for space and to find out who I am, and I’m looking to know and understand.
    It’s a sweet, sweet dream, sometimes I’m almost there.
    Sometimes I fly like an eagle and sometimes I’m deep in despair.

    All alone in the universe, sometimes that’s how it seems.
    I get lost in the sadness and the screams.
    Then I look in the center and suddenly everything’s clear.
    I find myself in the sunshine and my dreams
    And I’m looking for space and to find out who I am, and I’m looking to know and understand.
    It’s a sweet, sweet dream, sometimes I’m almost there.
    Sometimes I fly like an eagle and sometimes I’m deep in despair.

    On the road of experience, join in the living day.
    If there’s an answer it’s just that it’s just that way,
    When you’re looking for space and to find out who you are.
    When you’re looking to try and reach the stars.
    It’s a sweet, sweet dream, sometimes I’m almost there.
    Sometimes I fly like an eagle and sometimes I’m deep in despair.

    (written by John Denver)

  6. I Want To Live

    I Want To Live

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

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver)

  7. 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)

  8. Me And My Uncle

    Me And My Uncle

    Me and my uncle went a’ridin’ down
    from Colorado, West Texas bound
    We stopped over in Santa Fe
    The part of being about half way.
    Besides it was the hottest part of the day.

    We led our ponies into a stall.
    Went to a bar, boys.
    Bought drinks for all.
    Two days in the saddle, my body hurt,
    and being summer, took off my shirt,
    and tried to wash off some of that dusty dirt.

    West Texas cowboys, all over town,
    with gold and silver, they’re loaded down.
    Just in for round up
    You know it seemed a shame
    And so my uncle starts a friendly game
    High-low jack, the winner takes the game.

    From the beginning my uncle started to win.
    Them Texas cowboys they was mad as sin.
    Some said “he’s cheatin’!”
    Ah, but that can’t be, because my uncle, well, he’s as honest as me.
    I’m about as honest as a Denver man can be.

    One of them cowboys, you know he started to draw.
    I grabbed a bottle, slapped him on the jaw.
    I had to shoot another, now he won’t grow old
    In the confusion my uncle grabbed the gold.
    We hightailed it down to Mexico,
    Mexico, way down to Mexico.

    God bless cowboys
    God bless gold
    God bless my uncle, God rest his soul
    He taught me well, boys
    He taught me all I know
    Taught me so that I grabbed the gold
    left him lying there by the side of the road.

    (written by John Phillips)

  9. It’s A Sin To Tell A Lie

    It’s A Sin To Tell A Lie

    Be sure it’s true when you say I love you
    It’s a sin to tell a lie
    Millions of hearts have been broken
    Just because these words were spoken

    I love you, yes I do, I love you
    If you break my heart I’ll die
    So be sure it’s true
    When you say I love you
    It’s a sin to tell a lie

    Be sure it’s true when you say I love you
    It’s a sin to tell a lie
    Millions of hearts have been broken
    Just because these words were spoken

    I love you, yes I do, I love you
    If you break my heart I’ll die
    So be sure it’s true
    When you say I love you
    It’s a sin to tell a lie

    (written by Mayhew)

  10. Moreton Bay

    Moreton Bay

    One Sunday morning as I was walking
    By Brisbane Waters I chance to stray
    I heard a convict his fait bewhaling
    As on the sunny riverbank he lay

    I am a native of Erin, Ireland
    But banished now from my native shore
    They stole me from my independence
    And from the maiden whom I do adore

    I’ve been a prisoner at Port Macquarie
    At Norfolk Island and Emu Plains
    At Castle Ule and Curstune Garbby
    At all these settlements I’ve been enchained

    But of all places of condemnation
    And penal stations in New South Wales
    To Moreton Bay I have found no equal
    Excessive tyranny each day prevails

    For three long years I was beastly treated
    And heavy irons on my legs I wore
    My back from flogging was lacerated
    And oft times covered with my crimson gore

    And many a man from downright starvation
    Lies smouldering now beneath the cave
    And Captain Logan he had us mangled
    On the triangles of Moreton Bay

    Like the Egyptians and ancient Hebrews
    We were oppressed under Logan’s yoh
    Till a native black lying bare and ambush
    Did deal out tyrant with his mortal stroke

    My fellow prisoners be exhilerated
    Let all such monsters like death shall find
    And when from bondage we’re extricated
    Our former suffering shall will fade from mind

    One Sunday morning as I was walking
    By Brisbane Waters I chance to stray
    I heard a convict his fait bewhaling
    As on the sunny riverbank he lay

    (written by Bernard Joseph and Jordan Fanning)

  11. 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)

  12. Thank God I’m A Country Boy

    Thank God I’m A Country Boy

    Well, life’s on a farm is kinda laid back,
    ain’t much an old country boy like me can’t hack.
    It’s early to rise, early in the sack thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, a simple kind of life never did me no harm,
    raising me a family and working on the farm.
    My days are all filled with an easy country charm, thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
    When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
    And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.

    When the work’s all done and the sun’s setting low,
    I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow.
    The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low, thank God I’m a country boy.
    I’d play Sally Gooding all day if I could,
    but the lord and my wife wouldn’t take it very  good.
    So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should, thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
    When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
    And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.

    I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds or jewels,
    I never was one of them money hungry fools.
    I’d rather have my fiddle and my farming tools, thank God I’m a country boy.
    Yeah, city folk driving in a black limousine,
    a lotta sad people thinking that’s-a mighty keen.
    Son, let me tell you now exactly what I mean, thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
    When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
    And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.

    Well, my fiddle was my daddy’s till the day he died,
    and he took me by the hand and held me close to his  side.
    He said, “Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride,
    and thank God you’re a country boy.
    My Daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle,
    he taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle.
    He taught me how to love and how to give just a little,
    thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
    When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
    And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.

    (written by John Martin Sommers)

  13. 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)

  14. Band Introduction
  15. 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)

  16. 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)

Track List
  1. 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)

  2. 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)

  3. 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)

  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. Looking For Space

    Looking For Space

    On the road of experience, I’m trying to find my own way.
    Sometimes I wish that I could fly away.
    When I think that I’m moving, suddenly things stand still.
    I’m afraid cause I think they always will.
    And I’m looking for space and to find out who I am, and I’m looking to know and understand.
    It’s a sweet, sweet dream, sometimes I’m almost there.
    Sometimes I fly like an eagle and sometimes I’m deep in despair.

    All alone in the universe, sometimes that’s how it seems.
    I get lost in the sadness and the screams.
    Then I look in the center and suddenly everything’s clear.
    I find myself in the sunshine and my dreams
    And I’m looking for space and to find out who I am, and I’m looking to know and understand.
    It’s a sweet, sweet dream, sometimes I’m almost there.
    Sometimes I fly like an eagle and sometimes I’m deep in despair.

    On the road of experience, join in the living day.
    If there’s an answer it’s just that it’s just that way,
    When you’re looking for space and to find out who you are.
    When you’re looking to try and reach the stars.
    It’s a sweet, sweet dream, sometimes I’m almost there.
    Sometimes I fly like an eagle and sometimes I’m deep in despair.

    (written by John Denver)

  6. I Want To Live

    I Want To Live

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

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver)

  7. 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)

  8. Me And My Uncle

    Me And My Uncle

    Me and my uncle went a’ridin’ down
    from Colorado, West Texas bound
    We stopped over in Santa Fe
    The part of being about half way.
    Besides it was the hottest part of the day.

    We led our ponies into a stall.
    Went to a bar, boys.
    Bought drinks for all.
    Two days in the saddle, my body hurt,
    and being summer, took off my shirt,
    and tried to wash off some of that dusty dirt.

    West Texas cowboys, all over town,
    with gold and silver, they’re loaded down.
    Just in for round up
    You know it seemed a shame
    And so my uncle starts a friendly game
    High-low jack, the winner takes the game.

    From the beginning my uncle started to win.
    Them Texas cowboys they was mad as sin.
    Some said “he’s cheatin’!”
    Ah, but that can’t be, because my uncle, well, he’s as honest as me.
    I’m about as honest as a Denver man can be.

    One of them cowboys, you know he started to draw.
    I grabbed a bottle, slapped him on the jaw.
    I had to shoot another, now he won’t grow old
    In the confusion my uncle grabbed the gold.
    We hightailed it down to Mexico,
    Mexico, way down to Mexico.

    God bless cowboys
    God bless gold
    God bless my uncle, God rest his soul
    He taught me well, boys
    He taught me all I know
    Taught me so that I grabbed the gold
    left him lying there by the side of the road.

    (written by John Phillips)

  9. It’s A Sin To Tell A Lie

    It’s A Sin To Tell A Lie

    Be sure it’s true when you say I love you
    It’s a sin to tell a lie
    Millions of hearts have been broken
    Just because these words were spoken

    I love you, yes I do, I love you
    If you break my heart I’ll die
    So be sure it’s true
    When you say I love you
    It’s a sin to tell a lie

    Be sure it’s true when you say I love you
    It’s a sin to tell a lie
    Millions of hearts have been broken
    Just because these words were spoken

    I love you, yes I do, I love you
    If you break my heart I’ll die
    So be sure it’s true
    When you say I love you
    It’s a sin to tell a lie

    (written by Mayhew)

  10. Moreton Bay

    Moreton Bay

    One Sunday morning as I was walking
    By Brisbane Waters I chance to stray
    I heard a convict his fait bewhaling
    As on the sunny riverbank he lay

    I am a native of Erin, Ireland
    But banished now from my native shore
    They stole me from my independence
    And from the maiden whom I do adore

    I’ve been a prisoner at Port Macquarie
    At Norfolk Island and Emu Plains
    At Castle Ule and Curstune Garbby
    At all these settlements I’ve been enchained

    But of all places of condemnation
    And penal stations in New South Wales
    To Moreton Bay I have found no equal
    Excessive tyranny each day prevails

    For three long years I was beastly treated
    And heavy irons on my legs I wore
    My back from flogging was lacerated
    And oft times covered with my crimson gore

    And many a man from downright starvation
    Lies smouldering now beneath the cave
    And Captain Logan he had us mangled
    On the triangles of Moreton Bay

    Like the Egyptians and ancient Hebrews
    We were oppressed under Logan’s yoh
    Till a native black lying bare and ambush
    Did deal out tyrant with his mortal stroke

    My fellow prisoners be exhilerated
    Let all such monsters like death shall find
    And when from bondage we’re extricated
    Our former suffering shall will fade from mind

    One Sunday morning as I was walking
    By Brisbane Waters I chance to stray
    I heard a convict his fait bewhaling
    As on the sunny riverbank he lay

    (written by Bernard Joseph and Jordan Fanning)

  11. 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)

  12. Thank God I’m A Country Boy

    Thank God I’m A Country Boy

    Well, life’s on a farm is kinda laid back,
    ain’t much an old country boy like me can’t hack.
    It’s early to rise, early in the sack thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, a simple kind of life never did me no harm,
    raising me a family and working on the farm.
    My days are all filled with an easy country charm, thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
    When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
    And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.

    When the work’s all done and the sun’s setting low,
    I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow.
    The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low, thank God I’m a country boy.
    I’d play Sally Gooding all day if I could,
    but the lord and my wife wouldn’t take it very  good.
    So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should, thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
    When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
    And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.

    I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds or jewels,
    I never was one of them money hungry fools.
    I’d rather have my fiddle and my farming tools, thank God I’m a country boy.
    Yeah, city folk driving in a black limousine,
    a lotta sad people thinking that’s-a mighty keen.
    Son, let me tell you now exactly what I mean, thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
    When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
    And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.

    Well, my fiddle was my daddy’s till the day he died,
    and he took me by the hand and held me close to his  side.
    He said, “Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride,
    and thank God you’re a country boy.
    My Daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle,
    he taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle.
    He taught me how to love and how to give just a little,
    thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
    When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
    And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.

    (written by John Martin Sommers)

  13. 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)

  14. Band Introduction
  15. 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)

  16. 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)

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