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Live in the USSR

2007
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Side One
  1. Intro
  2. Boy from the Country

    Boy from the Country

    Because he called the forest “Brother,” because he called the Earth his mother,
    they drove him out into the rain.
    Some people even said that the boy from the country was insane.

    Because he spoke to the fish in the creek. He tried to tell us that the animals could speak.
    Who knows? Perhaps they do.
    How do you know they don’t just because they’ve never spoken to you?

    Boy from the country left his home when he was young, boy from the country, he loves the sun.

    He tried to tell us that we should love the land.
    We just turned our heads and laughed. You see we did not understand.
    Sometimes I think the boy from the country is the only one who sees,
    ’cause the boy from the country doesn’t want to see the forest for the trees.

    Boy from the country left his home when he was young, boy from the country, he loves the sun.

    (written by Michael Murphy)

  3. Starwood In Aspen

    Starwood In Aspen

    It’s a long way from L.A. to Denver, it’s a long time to hang in the sky.
    It’s a long way home to Starwood in Aspen, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise,
    oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise.

    Springtime is rolling ’round slowly, gray skies are bringing me down.
    Can’t remember when I’ve ever been so lonely,
    I’ve forgot what it’s like to be home, can’t remember what it’s like to be home.

    I think of my lady’s sweet memory, I think on my children’s sweet smiles.
    I think of my home at Starwood in Aspen, all my friends and the snow-covered hills,
    oh, my friends are the snow-covered hills.

    Can I tell you I’m happy to be here to share and consider this time?
    For I see here the shadows of changes, and a feeling of new friends to find,
    and I see here some new friends to find.

    It’s a long way from this place to Denver, it’s a long time to hang in the sky.
    It’s a long way home to Starwood in Aspen, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise,
    oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise.

    (written by John Denver)

  4. 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)

  5. Sunshine On My Shoulders

    Sunshine On My Shoulders

    Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry.
    Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high.
    If I had a day that I could give you, I’d give to you the day just like today.
    If I had a song that I could sing for you, I’d sing a song to make you feel this way.

    Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry.
    Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high.
    If I had a tale that I could tell you, I’d tell a tale sure to make you smile.
    If I had a wish that I could wish for you, I’d make a wish for sunshine for all the while.

    Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry.
    Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high.
    Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry.
    Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high.
    Sunshine almost all the time makes me high.  Sunshine almost always…

    (written by John Denver)

  6. 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)

  7. Leaving, On A Jet Plane

    Leaving, On A Jet Plane

    All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go, I’m standing here outside your door,
    I hate to wake you up to say good-bye.
    But the dawn is breaking, it’s early morn, the taxi’s waiting He’s blowing his horn.
    Already I’m so lonesome I could die.
    So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go.
    ‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

    There’s so many times I’ve let you down, so many times I’ve played around,
    I tell you now they don’t mean a thing.
    Every place I go I’ll think of you, every song I sing I’ll sing for you,
    when I come back, I’ll bring your wedding ring.
    So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go.
    ‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

    Now the time has come to leave you, one more time let me kiss you,
    then close your eyes, I’ll be on my way.
    Dream about the days to come when I won’t have to leave alone,
    about the times I won’t have to say:
    kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go.
    ‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.
    I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

    (written by John Denver)

  8. Follow Me

    Follow Me

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

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

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

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver)

  9. Baby You Look Good To Me Tonight

    Baby You Look Good To Me Tonight

    Ive been out on this highway now
    Five days in a row
    My words all run together
    My feet are movin slow
    Ive got to stop and eat
    While its still light
    Theres a local angel sitting on my right
    Do you believe in love at first sight
    Baby, you look good to me tonight

    Im ordinarily very shy
    And Id be polite if I had time
    Baby, you look good to me tonight
    Tomorrow, Ill be good and gone
    Please dont make me wait that long
    Baby, you look good to me tonight

    I get off at eleven, she said
    And walked away
    She poured a cup of coffee and
    She brought it on a tray
    She said, It would be nice if you could stay
    Youre the best idea Ive had all day
    Usually I put up a fight but
    Baby, you look good to me tonight.

    Well Im ordinarily very shy
    But I grinned at her as I ate my pie
    Baby, you look good to me tonight
    I thought I must be in a dream
    When she asked me if I wanted cream
    Baby, you look good to me tonight

    All in all you know
    Its not a bad life on the road
    If youve got wheels to roll
    And lucky stars above
    Your destinys your own
    You go as far as you can go
    And if theres time to sleep
    Theres time to make love

    I came, I saw, I conquered
    But I rode off in the sun
    But I know the look she left with me
    Keeps telling me she won
    Her face is the only thing I see
    Whispering those words of prophesy

    I may come easy, but I dont come free
    Youre never gonna see the last of me
    Baby, you look good to me tonight
    I was born to love you now cant you see
    Baby, you look good to me tonight
    Im ordinarily very shy
    But I take the time to satisfy
    Baby, you look good to me tonight

    (written by Bill Danoff)

  10. The Bells of Rhymney

    The Bells of Rhymney

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

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

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

    (written by Pete Seeger and Idris Davies)

  11. 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)

  12. 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)

  13. The Gold and Beyond

    The Gold and Beyond

    On a snow crystal morning
    Some place close to heaven
    On the side of a mountain
    In a race for the sun

    In a matter of moments
    The dream of a lifetime is won
    Theres a fire in the heart
    And it feels like the hunger

    The spirit is burning
    Consumed by the flame
    To be one of the best
    Of the best in the world
    Is its name

    To be faster and farther
    Than anyones ever before
    To be braver and stronger
    And truer and then even more

    To be all that you can be
    And all that youve ever longed for

    In the eyes of a mountain
    All people are equal
    In the eyes of all people
    Our souls can be seen
    In the course of our struggle
    Well know what humanity means

    To be all that you can be
    And all that youve ever longed for

    We gather together
    To face one another
    We gather in silence
    And sing in the sun
    We gather in peace
    To go for the gold and beyond

    (written by John Denver and Lee Holdridge)

Side Two
  1. Country Roads

    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)

  2. 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)

  3. Seasons of the Heart

    Seasons of the Heart

    Of course we have our differences, you shouldn’t be surprised.
    It’s as natural as changes in the seasons and the skies.
    Sometimes we grow together, sometimes we drift apart,
    a wiser man than I might know the seasons of the heart.

    And I’m walking here beside you in the early evening chill.
    a thing we’ve always loved to do, I know we always will.
    We have so much in common, so many things we share,
    that I can’t believe my heart when it implies that you’re not there.
    Love is why I came here in the first place, love is now the reason I must go.
    Love is all I ever hoped to find here, love is still the only dream I know.

    So I don’t know how to tell you, it’s difficult to say.
    I never in my wildest dreams imagined it this way.
    But sometimes I just don’t know you, there’s a stranger in our home.
    When I’m lying right beside you is when I’m most alone.

    And I think my heart is broken, there’s an emptiness inside.
    So many things I’ve longed for have so often been denied.
    Still I wouldn’t try to change you, there’s no one that’s to blame.
    It’s just some things that mean so much and we just don’t feel the same.
    Love is why I came here in the first place, love is now the reason I must go.
    Love is all I ever hoped to find here, love is still the only dream I know.
    True love is still the only dream I know.

    (written by John Denver)

  4. 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)

  5. 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)

  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. It Amazes Me

    It Amazes Me

    You came looking for the answers
    To some questions on his mind
    Seeking truth and understanding
    In the hope that he would find
    A way to better serve his brothers
    And his sisters in the sun
    Sharing all that he has given
    Giving all to everyone

    Come and listen to the story
    Of a journey once begun
    Of a people and their plenty
    And their season in the sun
    And how they gave themselves to symbols
    And things that they could hold
    Living lives in desperation
    In the fear of letting go

    It amazes me
    And I know the wind will surely one day
    Blow it all away
    It amazes me
    And Im so very grateful that you made the world this way

    For our plans have come together now
    Where do we go from here
    Will our differences divide us
    Must we always live in fear
    For there are things that we must move through
    Some things to cast aside
    But our father watches over us
    Our mother will provide

    It amazes me
    And I know the wind will someday surely
    Blow it all away
    It amazes me
    And Im so very grateful that you made the world this way

    It amazes me
    It amazes me
    It amazes me

    (written by John Denver)

  8. 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)

  9. 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)

  10. 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)

  11. The Peace Poem

    The Peace Poem

    There’s a name for war and killing
    there’s a name for giving in
    when you know another answer
    for me the name is sin
    but there’s still time to turn around
    and make all hatred cease
    and give another name to living
    and we could call it peace
    And peace would be the road we walk
    each step along the way
    and peace would be the way we work
    and peace the way we play
    And in all we see that’s different
    and in all the things we know
    peace would be the way we look
    and peace the way we grow
    There’s a name for separation
    there’s a name for first and last
    when it’s all for us or nothing
    for me the name is past
    but there’s still time to turn around
    and make all hatred cease
    and give a name to all the future
    and we could call it peace
    And if peace is what we pray for
    and peace is what we give
    then peace will be the way we are
    and peace the way we live
    Yes there still is the time to turn around
    and make all hatred cease
    and give another name to living
    and we can call it peace

    (written by John Denver)

  12. It’s About Time

    It’s About Time

    Theres a full moon over India and Gandhi lives again
    Whos to say you have to lose for someone else to win
    In the eyes of all the people the look is much the same
    For the first is just the last one when you play a deadly game

    Its about time we realize it were all in this together
    Its about time we find out its all of us or none
    Its about time we recognize it these changes in the weather
    Its about time, its about changes and its about time

    Theres a light in the Vatican window for all the world to see
    And a voice cries in the wilderness and sometimes he speaks for me
    I suppose I love him most of all when he kneels to kiss the land
    With his lips upon our Mothers breast he makes his strongest stand

    Its about time we start to see it the Earth is our only home
    Its about time we start to face it we cant make it here all alone
    Its about time we start to listen to the voices in the wind
    Its about time, its about changes and its about time

    Theres a man who is my brother, I just dont know his name
    But I know his home and family because I know we feel the same
    And it hurts me when hes hungry and when his children cry
    I too am a father and that little one is mine

    Its about time we begin to turn the world around
    Its about time we start to make it the dream weve always known
    Its about time we start to live the family of man
    Its about time, its about changes and its about time
    Its about peace and its about plenty and its about time
    Its about you and me together and its about time

    (written by John Denver and Glen Hardin)

  13. Perhaps Love

    Perhaps Love

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

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver)

  14. This Old Guitar

    This Old Guitar

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver)

Side One
  1. Intro
  2. Boy from the Country

    Boy from the Country

    Because he called the forest “Brother,” because he called the Earth his mother,
    they drove him out into the rain.
    Some people even said that the boy from the country was insane.

    Because he spoke to the fish in the creek. He tried to tell us that the animals could speak.
    Who knows? Perhaps they do.
    How do you know they don’t just because they’ve never spoken to you?

    Boy from the country left his home when he was young, boy from the country, he loves the sun.

    He tried to tell us that we should love the land.
    We just turned our heads and laughed. You see we did not understand.
    Sometimes I think the boy from the country is the only one who sees,
    ’cause the boy from the country doesn’t want to see the forest for the trees.

    Boy from the country left his home when he was young, boy from the country, he loves the sun.

    (written by Michael Murphy)

  3. Starwood In Aspen

    Starwood In Aspen

    It’s a long way from L.A. to Denver, it’s a long time to hang in the sky.
    It’s a long way home to Starwood in Aspen, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise,
    oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise.

    Springtime is rolling ’round slowly, gray skies are bringing me down.
    Can’t remember when I’ve ever been so lonely,
    I’ve forgot what it’s like to be home, can’t remember what it’s like to be home.

    I think of my lady’s sweet memory, I think on my children’s sweet smiles.
    I think of my home at Starwood in Aspen, all my friends and the snow-covered hills,
    oh, my friends are the snow-covered hills.

    Can I tell you I’m happy to be here to share and consider this time?
    For I see here the shadows of changes, and a feeling of new friends to find,
    and I see here some new friends to find.

    It’s a long way from this place to Denver, it’s a long time to hang in the sky.
    It’s a long way home to Starwood in Aspen, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise,
    oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise.

    (written by John Denver)

  4. 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)

  5. Sunshine On My Shoulders

    Sunshine On My Shoulders

    Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry.
    Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high.
    If I had a day that I could give you, I’d give to you the day just like today.
    If I had a song that I could sing for you, I’d sing a song to make you feel this way.

    Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry.
    Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high.
    If I had a tale that I could tell you, I’d tell a tale sure to make you smile.
    If I had a wish that I could wish for you, I’d make a wish for sunshine for all the while.

    Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry.
    Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high.
    Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry.
    Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high.
    Sunshine almost all the time makes me high.  Sunshine almost always…

    (written by John Denver)

  6. 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)

  7. Leaving, On A Jet Plane

    Leaving, On A Jet Plane

    All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go, I’m standing here outside your door,
    I hate to wake you up to say good-bye.
    But the dawn is breaking, it’s early morn, the taxi’s waiting He’s blowing his horn.
    Already I’m so lonesome I could die.
    So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go.
    ‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

    There’s so many times I’ve let you down, so many times I’ve played around,
    I tell you now they don’t mean a thing.
    Every place I go I’ll think of you, every song I sing I’ll sing for you,
    when I come back, I’ll bring your wedding ring.
    So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go.
    ‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

    Now the time has come to leave you, one more time let me kiss you,
    then close your eyes, I’ll be on my way.
    Dream about the days to come when I won’t have to leave alone,
    about the times I won’t have to say:
    kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go.
    ‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.
    I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

    (written by John Denver)

  8. Follow Me

    Follow Me

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

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

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

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver)

  9. Baby You Look Good To Me Tonight

    Baby You Look Good To Me Tonight

    Ive been out on this highway now
    Five days in a row
    My words all run together
    My feet are movin slow
    Ive got to stop and eat
    While its still light
    Theres a local angel sitting on my right
    Do you believe in love at first sight
    Baby, you look good to me tonight

    Im ordinarily very shy
    And Id be polite if I had time
    Baby, you look good to me tonight
    Tomorrow, Ill be good and gone
    Please dont make me wait that long
    Baby, you look good to me tonight

    I get off at eleven, she said
    And walked away
    She poured a cup of coffee and
    She brought it on a tray
    She said, It would be nice if you could stay
    Youre the best idea Ive had all day
    Usually I put up a fight but
    Baby, you look good to me tonight.

    Well Im ordinarily very shy
    But I grinned at her as I ate my pie
    Baby, you look good to me tonight
    I thought I must be in a dream
    When she asked me if I wanted cream
    Baby, you look good to me tonight

    All in all you know
    Its not a bad life on the road
    If youve got wheels to roll
    And lucky stars above
    Your destinys your own
    You go as far as you can go
    And if theres time to sleep
    Theres time to make love

    I came, I saw, I conquered
    But I rode off in the sun
    But I know the look she left with me
    Keeps telling me she won
    Her face is the only thing I see
    Whispering those words of prophesy

    I may come easy, but I dont come free
    Youre never gonna see the last of me
    Baby, you look good to me tonight
    I was born to love you now cant you see
    Baby, you look good to me tonight
    Im ordinarily very shy
    But I take the time to satisfy
    Baby, you look good to me tonight

    (written by Bill Danoff)

  10. The Bells of Rhymney

    The Bells of Rhymney

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

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

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

    (written by Pete Seeger and Idris Davies)

  11. 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)

  12. 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)

  13. The Gold and Beyond

    The Gold and Beyond

    On a snow crystal morning
    Some place close to heaven
    On the side of a mountain
    In a race for the sun

    In a matter of moments
    The dream of a lifetime is won
    Theres a fire in the heart
    And it feels like the hunger

    The spirit is burning
    Consumed by the flame
    To be one of the best
    Of the best in the world
    Is its name

    To be faster and farther
    Than anyones ever before
    To be braver and stronger
    And truer and then even more

    To be all that you can be
    And all that youve ever longed for

    In the eyes of a mountain
    All people are equal
    In the eyes of all people
    Our souls can be seen
    In the course of our struggle
    Well know what humanity means

    To be all that you can be
    And all that youve ever longed for

    We gather together
    To face one another
    We gather in silence
    And sing in the sun
    We gather in peace
    To go for the gold and beyond

    (written by John Denver and Lee Holdridge)

Side Two
  1. Country Roads

    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)

  2. 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)

  3. Seasons of the Heart

    Seasons of the Heart

    Of course we have our differences, you shouldn’t be surprised.
    It’s as natural as changes in the seasons and the skies.
    Sometimes we grow together, sometimes we drift apart,
    a wiser man than I might know the seasons of the heart.

    And I’m walking here beside you in the early evening chill.
    a thing we’ve always loved to do, I know we always will.
    We have so much in common, so many things we share,
    that I can’t believe my heart when it implies that you’re not there.
    Love is why I came here in the first place, love is now the reason I must go.
    Love is all I ever hoped to find here, love is still the only dream I know.

    So I don’t know how to tell you, it’s difficult to say.
    I never in my wildest dreams imagined it this way.
    But sometimes I just don’t know you, there’s a stranger in our home.
    When I’m lying right beside you is when I’m most alone.

    And I think my heart is broken, there’s an emptiness inside.
    So many things I’ve longed for have so often been denied.
    Still I wouldn’t try to change you, there’s no one that’s to blame.
    It’s just some things that mean so much and we just don’t feel the same.
    Love is why I came here in the first place, love is now the reason I must go.
    Love is all I ever hoped to find here, love is still the only dream I know.
    True love is still the only dream I know.

    (written by John Denver)

  4. 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)

  5. 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)

  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. It Amazes Me

    It Amazes Me

    You came looking for the answers
    To some questions on his mind
    Seeking truth and understanding
    In the hope that he would find
    A way to better serve his brothers
    And his sisters in the sun
    Sharing all that he has given
    Giving all to everyone

    Come and listen to the story
    Of a journey once begun
    Of a people and their plenty
    And their season in the sun
    And how they gave themselves to symbols
    And things that they could hold
    Living lives in desperation
    In the fear of letting go

    It amazes me
    And I know the wind will surely one day
    Blow it all away
    It amazes me
    And Im so very grateful that you made the world this way

    For our plans have come together now
    Where do we go from here
    Will our differences divide us
    Must we always live in fear
    For there are things that we must move through
    Some things to cast aside
    But our father watches over us
    Our mother will provide

    It amazes me
    And I know the wind will someday surely
    Blow it all away
    It amazes me
    And Im so very grateful that you made the world this way

    It amazes me
    It amazes me
    It amazes me

    (written by John Denver)

  8. 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)

  9. 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)

  10. 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)

  11. The Peace Poem

    The Peace Poem

    There’s a name for war and killing
    there’s a name for giving in
    when you know another answer
    for me the name is sin
    but there’s still time to turn around
    and make all hatred cease
    and give another name to living
    and we could call it peace
    And peace would be the road we walk
    each step along the way
    and peace would be the way we work
    and peace the way we play
    And in all we see that’s different
    and in all the things we know
    peace would be the way we look
    and peace the way we grow
    There’s a name for separation
    there’s a name for first and last
    when it’s all for us or nothing
    for me the name is past
    but there’s still time to turn around
    and make all hatred cease
    and give a name to all the future
    and we could call it peace
    And if peace is what we pray for
    and peace is what we give
    then peace will be the way we are
    and peace the way we live
    Yes there still is the time to turn around
    and make all hatred cease
    and give another name to living
    and we can call it peace

    (written by John Denver)

  12. It’s About Time

    It’s About Time

    Theres a full moon over India and Gandhi lives again
    Whos to say you have to lose for someone else to win
    In the eyes of all the people the look is much the same
    For the first is just the last one when you play a deadly game

    Its about time we realize it were all in this together
    Its about time we find out its all of us or none
    Its about time we recognize it these changes in the weather
    Its about time, its about changes and its about time

    Theres a light in the Vatican window for all the world to see
    And a voice cries in the wilderness and sometimes he speaks for me
    I suppose I love him most of all when he kneels to kiss the land
    With his lips upon our Mothers breast he makes his strongest stand

    Its about time we start to see it the Earth is our only home
    Its about time we start to face it we cant make it here all alone
    Its about time we start to listen to the voices in the wind
    Its about time, its about changes and its about time

    Theres a man who is my brother, I just dont know his name
    But I know his home and family because I know we feel the same
    And it hurts me when hes hungry and when his children cry
    I too am a father and that little one is mine

    Its about time we begin to turn the world around
    Its about time we start to make it the dream weve always known
    Its about time we start to live the family of man
    Its about time, its about changes and its about time
    Its about peace and its about plenty and its about time
    Its about you and me together and its about time

    (written by John Denver and Glen Hardin)

  13. Perhaps Love

    Perhaps Love

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

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver)

  14. This Old Guitar

    This Old Guitar

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver)

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