Love Again

Love Again

December 1996

Buy album from:

Amazon

Track List

  1. Annie’s Song

    Annie’s Song

    You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,
    like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,
    like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
    You fill up my senses, come fill me again.

    Come let me love you, let me give my life to you,
    let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms,
    let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you.
    Come let me love you, come love me again.

    You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,
    like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,
    like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
    You fill up my senses, come fill me again.

  2. 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 closer, it wants to show you more.
    And even if you lose yourself and don’t 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 don’t know.
    Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of change.
    Like a fire when it’s 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.

  3. Dreamland Express

    Dreamland Express

    I caught a ride on the dreamland express last night, I was sailing on an ocean of blue.
    When right there by my side, much to my surprise was you.
    I said, come on over here baby, let my look in your eyes, let me see the very heart of you.
    And I couldn’t believe it, to conceive that my dream would come true.
    Cause you said, hey there, sweet daddy, everything is all right.
    For miles there’s not a telephone line.
    There’s not a soul to disturb us, don’t be nervous, just come and be mine.

    You said, let me be the end of your rainbow, let me be the stars up above.
    Let me be the one that you long for, darling, let me be the one that you love, oh,
    let me be the one that you love.

    And now it’s four in the morning, honey, I can’t sleep. I can’t seem to get you out of my mind.
    I keep tossing and turning, yearning for the sun to shine.
    I’d like to send you a ticket on the dreamland express, and take you far away with me.
    I’ve got a vision of heaven and you’re living there with me.

    Honey, let me be the end of your rainbow, let me be the stars up above.
    Let me be the one that you long for, darling, let me be the one that you love, oh,
    let me be the one that you love, oh, let me be the one that you love.

  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.

  5. 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.

  6. Whispering Jesse

    Whispering Jesse

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

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

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

  7. 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

    Words and Music by Bill Danoff, Taffy Nivert and John Denver

  8. For You

    For You

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

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

  9. Windsong

    Windsong

    The wind is the whisper of our mother the earth. The wind is the hand of our father the sky.
    The wind watches over our struggles and pleasures.
    The wind is the goddess who first learned to fly.

    The wind is the bearer of bad and good tidings, the weaver of darkness, the bringer of dawn.
    The wind gives the rain, then builds us a rainbow, the wind is the singer who sang the first song.

    The wind is a twister of anger and warming, the wind brings the fragrance of freshly mown hay.
    The wind is a racer, a wild stallion running and the sweet taste of love on a slow summer’s day.

    The wind knows the songs of cities and canyons, the thunder of mountains, the roar of the sea.
    The wind is the taker and giver of mornings, the wind is the symbol of all that is free.

    So welcome the wind and the wisdom she offers, follow her summons when she calls again.
    In your heart and your spirit, let the breezes surround you.
    Lift up your voice then and sing with the wind.

  10. Leaving, On A Jetplane

    Leaving, On A Jetplane

    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.

  11. 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.

  12. 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.

  13. 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 almost all the time makes me high.  Sunshine almost always.

  14. 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.

  15. Christmas For Cowboys

    Christmas For Cowboys

    Tall in the saddle, we spend Christmas Day, driving the cattle on the snow covered-plains.
    All of the good gifts given today, ours is the sky and the wide open range.
    Back in the city they have different ways, football and eggnog and Christmas parades.
    I’ll take the blanket, I’ll take the reins, Christmas for cowboys and wide-open plains.

    A campfire for warmth as we stop for the night, the stars overhead are Christmas tree lights.
    The wind sings a hymn as we bow down to pray, Christmas for cowboys and wide-open plains.

    Tall in the saddle we spend Christmas Day, driving the cattle on the snow-covered plains.
    So many gifts have been opened today, ours is the sky and the wide open range.
    It’s Christmas for cowboys and wide open plains.

  16. Love Again

    Love Again

    I didn’t think it could happen again, just too old and set in my ways.
    I was convinced I would always be lonely all of the rest of my days.
    Maybe I gave up on romance in my longing to give up the pain,
    I just didn’t believe I would ever love again.

    I was like one who had shut myself in, closed the windows, locked all the doors.
    Afraid of the dark and the beat of my heart, yet knowing there had to be more.
    Though it sounds like a great contradiction, it’s the easiest thing to explain,
    you see, I was afraid I might never love again.

    What does it take for a blind man to see that there’s more there than just meets the eye?
    What are the ways that the magic comes in that can turn a song into a sigh?
    Sometimes I think that I’m dreaming or maybe I’m going insane,
    or maybe it’s just that I’m falling in love again.
    Here I am standing beside you, oh, life’s such a wonderful game.
    Look at me now, I’m falling in love, look at me now, I’m falling in love,
    look at me now, I’m falling in love again.