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Seasons Of The Heart

February 1982
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Side One
  1. 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)

  2. Opposite Tables

    Opposite Tables

    Father, oh, father please hear me, my song is a cry of desperation.
    All of the words I hear have lost their meaning.
    My life is a well of confusion drowned out by the sound of the lost and lonely.
    Only the voice inside speaks your name to me.
    If they only knew the things that I know, If they only could see the things that I see.
    If they only knew the things that I know, If they only could see the things that I see.

    My brothers at opposite tables, like fire and water against each other.
    Only a fool can’t see the obvious ending.
    Are we as ashes to wildwood? Is life just a fire that can only consume us?
    Is there no vision of love to bind us together?
    If they only knew the things that I know, If they only could see the things that I see.
    If they only knew the things that I know, If they only could see the things that I see.

    (written by John Denver)

  3. Relatively Speaking

    Relatively Speaking

    Relatively speaking, you make me who I am. I need you exactly like the ocean needs the land.
    I need you like sunshine needs the shadows and the night,
    I need you the way love needs the savage hurtful fight.
    Relatively speaking, I’m nothing without you,
    You are where I’ve been before, you are where I’m going to.
    You are living out my dreams and you are all my fears.
    You evoke my laughter; you unleash every tear.

    The rich ones need the poor ones, the blind need those with sight.
    Sinners need the pure of heart, the black ones need the white.
    Relatively speaking, the contrast makes it go. Every action taken is related in the flow.
    Stars and losers, kings and fools go dancing hand in hand.
    Relatively speaking, you make me who I am.

    The sick ones need the well ones, the living need the dead.
    Heaven needs its hell, you know, and love needs lonely beds.
    Relatively speaking, the contrast makes it go. Every action taken is related in the flow.
    Stars and losers, kings and fools go dancing hand in hand.
    Relatively speaking, you make me who I am, who I am.

    (written by John Denver)

  4. Dreams

    Dreams

    There are dreams that sail away to sea, dreams that stay at home.
    There are dreams in need of company, and some that stand alone.
    There are dreams that stay inside all day and never see the light,
    and if dreams come true, I swear to you I’ll dream of you tonight.

    In a corner bar the local star destroys a passing chord.
    His sits behind a mason jar and dreams of his reward.
    Then he takes his break, he counts his take, a dollar buys a beer.
    A quarter of his life is gone, what’s he doing here?
    Now times are hard, the old backyard is covered in cement.
    The people seem afraid to dream and dreams don’t cost a cent.

    There are dreams that stay inside all day and never see the light,
    and if dreams come true, I swear to you I’ll dream of you tonight.
    And if dreams come true, I swear to you I’ll dream of you tonight.

    (written by Geyer)

  5. Nothing But A Breeze

    Nothing But A Breeze

    Life is just too short for some folks, for other folks it just drags on.
    Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey, others figure tea’s too strong.
    Well, I’m the type of guy who wants to stand in the middle,
    I don’t like all this bouncing back and forth.
    Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie and my head in the cool blue north.

    In a small suburban garden, not a single neighbor knows our name.
    I know the woman wishes we would move where the houses aren’t all the same.
    Say Johnny, I would like to go where the grass is greener, I couldn’t really say where it may be.
    But some place high on a mountain top, down by the deep blue sea.
    And there, we’ll do just as we please. It ain’t nothing but a breeze.

    One day I’ll be old gray Grandpa, all the pretty girls will call me “Sir.”
    Now when they’re asking me how things are, soon they’ll ask me how things were.
    Well, I don’t mind being an old gray Grandpa as long as you’ll be my gray Grandma.
    But I think we should move with our tea and cookies to the shade of the old pawpaw.

    There we’ll do just as we please, It ain’t nothing but a cool breeze.
    Life is just too short for some folks, for other folks it just drags on.
    Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey, others figure tea’s too strong.
    Well, I’m the type of guy who wants to stand in the middle,
    I don’t like all this bouncing back and forth.
    Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie and my head in the cool blue north.
    Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie and my head in the cool blue north.

    (written by Winchester)

  6. What One Man Can Do

    What One Man Can Do

    I suppose that there are those who’ll say he had it easy,
    had it made in fact, before he’d ever begun.
    But they don’t know the things I know, I was always with him.
    It may sound strange, but we were more than friends.
    It’s hard to tell the truth when no one wants to listen, when no one really cares what’s going on.
    And it’s hard to stand alone when you need someone beside you,
    your spirit and your faith must be strong.

    What one man can do is dream, what one man can do is love.
    What one man can do is change the world and make it young again,
    here you see what one man can do.

    As shaded as his eyes might be, that’s how bright his mind is,
    that’s how strong his love for you and me.
    A friend to all the universe, Grandfather of the future, and everything that I would like to be.

    What one man can do is dream, what one man can do is love.
    What one man can do is change the world and make it young again,
    here you see what one man can do.
    What one man can do is dream, what one man can do is love.
    What one man can do is change the world and make it work again,
    here you see what one man can do.

    (written by John Denver)

Side Two
  1. 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)

  2. Islands

    Islands

    Islands call out to me like the highlands that I always see in my dreams of home,
    I am never alone when I’m there.
    Islands, like so many dreams, are like canyons, but off the main stream.
    And there’s no one there, the dreamer is always alone.
    And the mighty blue ocean keeps rolling on every shore, like the spirit that binds us together,
    we are so much more than islands.

    Islands belong to the sea like the dark sands of my memory.
    When the morning comes they are stepping-stones to the sun.
    And the mighty blue ocean keeps rolling on every shore, like the spirit that binds us together,
    we are so much more than islands, islands.

    (written by John Denver)

  3. Heart To Heart

    Heart To Heart

    I haven’t seen all there is to see but I’ve seen quite a bit.
    Some things I’ll always remember, some things I wish that I could forget.
    I haven’t quite been around the world but I’ve 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 it’s 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,
    they’re like diamonds in the heavens, enough to brighten the darkest of nights.
    There’s another side to sorrow as there is to everything,
    like the other side of lonely is falling in love again.
    And then you’ll know that there’s an answer to the suffering we see,
    and though it isn’t easy, it’s still as simple as you and me.
    And you’ll know that love is everywhere, always safe, always true.
    And exactly where it comes from is where it’s 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)

  4. 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.

    (written by John Denver)

  5. Children Of The Universe

    Children Of The Universe


    A heritage of vision was given to us all to smell the rose’s fragrance, to hear the songbird’s call.
    To watch the distant moonlight fill the coming of the tides,
    to understand that life is more than always choosing sides.

    And some have seen what can be seen of sailing ships and kings.
    And some are given feet of clay and some are given wings.
    Some must struggle just to breathe, some have a golden spoon.
    And some will never leave the nest while some walk on the moon.

    And don’t you know the life that lives within the silent hills
    is just as rich and beautiful and just as unfulfilled.
    As man with all his intellect, his reason and his choice,
    oh, who’s to say the nightingale has any less a voice.

    The silver dolphins twist and dance and sing to one another,
    the cosmic ocean knows no bounds for all that live are brothers.
    The whippoorwill, the grizzly bear, the elephant, the whale,
    all children of the universe, all weavers of the tale.

    So palomino, lie back down and dream yourself to sleep.
    The hawk flies with the morning dove, the lion with the sheep.
    As far away as you may go, we’ll never be apart.
    It’s in your dreams that you will know the seasons of the heart.

    (written by Denver/Henry)

Side One
  1. 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)

  2. Opposite Tables

    Opposite Tables

    Father, oh, father please hear me, my song is a cry of desperation.
    All of the words I hear have lost their meaning.
    My life is a well of confusion drowned out by the sound of the lost and lonely.
    Only the voice inside speaks your name to me.
    If they only knew the things that I know, If they only could see the things that I see.
    If they only knew the things that I know, If they only could see the things that I see.

    My brothers at opposite tables, like fire and water against each other.
    Only a fool can’t see the obvious ending.
    Are we as ashes to wildwood? Is life just a fire that can only consume us?
    Is there no vision of love to bind us together?
    If they only knew the things that I know, If they only could see the things that I see.
    If they only knew the things that I know, If they only could see the things that I see.

    (written by John Denver)

  3. Relatively Speaking

    Relatively Speaking

    Relatively speaking, you make me who I am. I need you exactly like the ocean needs the land.
    I need you like sunshine needs the shadows and the night,
    I need you the way love needs the savage hurtful fight.
    Relatively speaking, I’m nothing without you,
    You are where I’ve been before, you are where I’m going to.
    You are living out my dreams and you are all my fears.
    You evoke my laughter; you unleash every tear.

    The rich ones need the poor ones, the blind need those with sight.
    Sinners need the pure of heart, the black ones need the white.
    Relatively speaking, the contrast makes it go. Every action taken is related in the flow.
    Stars and losers, kings and fools go dancing hand in hand.
    Relatively speaking, you make me who I am.

    The sick ones need the well ones, the living need the dead.
    Heaven needs its hell, you know, and love needs lonely beds.
    Relatively speaking, the contrast makes it go. Every action taken is related in the flow.
    Stars and losers, kings and fools go dancing hand in hand.
    Relatively speaking, you make me who I am, who I am.

    (written by John Denver)

  4. Dreams

    Dreams

    There are dreams that sail away to sea, dreams that stay at home.
    There are dreams in need of company, and some that stand alone.
    There are dreams that stay inside all day and never see the light,
    and if dreams come true, I swear to you I’ll dream of you tonight.

    In a corner bar the local star destroys a passing chord.
    His sits behind a mason jar and dreams of his reward.
    Then he takes his break, he counts his take, a dollar buys a beer.
    A quarter of his life is gone, what’s he doing here?
    Now times are hard, the old backyard is covered in cement.
    The people seem afraid to dream and dreams don’t cost a cent.

    There are dreams that stay inside all day and never see the light,
    and if dreams come true, I swear to you I’ll dream of you tonight.
    And if dreams come true, I swear to you I’ll dream of you tonight.

    (written by Geyer)

  5. Nothing But A Breeze

    Nothing But A Breeze

    Life is just too short for some folks, for other folks it just drags on.
    Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey, others figure tea’s too strong.
    Well, I’m the type of guy who wants to stand in the middle,
    I don’t like all this bouncing back and forth.
    Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie and my head in the cool blue north.

    In a small suburban garden, not a single neighbor knows our name.
    I know the woman wishes we would move where the houses aren’t all the same.
    Say Johnny, I would like to go where the grass is greener, I couldn’t really say where it may be.
    But some place high on a mountain top, down by the deep blue sea.
    And there, we’ll do just as we please. It ain’t nothing but a breeze.

    One day I’ll be old gray Grandpa, all the pretty girls will call me “Sir.”
    Now when they’re asking me how things are, soon they’ll ask me how things were.
    Well, I don’t mind being an old gray Grandpa as long as you’ll be my gray Grandma.
    But I think we should move with our tea and cookies to the shade of the old pawpaw.

    There we’ll do just as we please, It ain’t nothing but a cool breeze.
    Life is just too short for some folks, for other folks it just drags on.
    Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey, others figure tea’s too strong.
    Well, I’m the type of guy who wants to stand in the middle,
    I don’t like all this bouncing back and forth.
    Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie and my head in the cool blue north.
    Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie and my head in the cool blue north.

    (written by Winchester)

  6. What One Man Can Do

    What One Man Can Do

    I suppose that there are those who’ll say he had it easy,
    had it made in fact, before he’d ever begun.
    But they don’t know the things I know, I was always with him.
    It may sound strange, but we were more than friends.
    It’s hard to tell the truth when no one wants to listen, when no one really cares what’s going on.
    And it’s hard to stand alone when you need someone beside you,
    your spirit and your faith must be strong.

    What one man can do is dream, what one man can do is love.
    What one man can do is change the world and make it young again,
    here you see what one man can do.

    As shaded as his eyes might be, that’s how bright his mind is,
    that’s how strong his love for you and me.
    A friend to all the universe, Grandfather of the future, and everything that I would like to be.

    What one man can do is dream, what one man can do is love.
    What one man can do is change the world and make it young again,
    here you see what one man can do.
    What one man can do is dream, what one man can do is love.
    What one man can do is change the world and make it work again,
    here you see what one man can do.

    (written by John Denver)

Side Two
  1. 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)

  2. Islands

    Islands

    Islands call out to me like the highlands that I always see in my dreams of home,
    I am never alone when I’m there.
    Islands, like so many dreams, are like canyons, but off the main stream.
    And there’s no one there, the dreamer is always alone.
    And the mighty blue ocean keeps rolling on every shore, like the spirit that binds us together,
    we are so much more than islands.

    Islands belong to the sea like the dark sands of my memory.
    When the morning comes they are stepping-stones to the sun.
    And the mighty blue ocean keeps rolling on every shore, like the spirit that binds us together,
    we are so much more than islands, islands.

    (written by John Denver)

  3. Heart To Heart

    Heart To Heart

    I haven’t seen all there is to see but I’ve seen quite a bit.
    Some things I’ll always remember, some things I wish that I could forget.
    I haven’t quite been around the world but I’ve 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 it’s 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,
    they’re like diamonds in the heavens, enough to brighten the darkest of nights.
    There’s another side to sorrow as there is to everything,
    like the other side of lonely is falling in love again.
    And then you’ll know that there’s an answer to the suffering we see,
    and though it isn’t easy, it’s still as simple as you and me.
    And you’ll know that love is everywhere, always safe, always true.
    And exactly where it comes from is where it’s 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)

  4. 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.

    (written by John Denver)

  5. Children Of The Universe

    Children Of The Universe


    A heritage of vision was given to us all to smell the rose’s fragrance, to hear the songbird’s call.
    To watch the distant moonlight fill the coming of the tides,
    to understand that life is more than always choosing sides.

    And some have seen what can be seen of sailing ships and kings.
    And some are given feet of clay and some are given wings.
    Some must struggle just to breathe, some have a golden spoon.
    And some will never leave the nest while some walk on the moon.

    And don’t you know the life that lives within the silent hills
    is just as rich and beautiful and just as unfulfilled.
    As man with all his intellect, his reason and his choice,
    oh, who’s to say the nightingale has any less a voice.

    The silver dolphins twist and dance and sing to one another,
    the cosmic ocean knows no bounds for all that live are brothers.
    The whippoorwill, the grizzly bear, the elephant, the whale,
    all children of the universe, all weavers of the tale.

    So palomino, lie back down and dream yourself to sleep.
    The hawk flies with the morning dove, the lion with the sheep.
    As far away as you may go, we’ll never be apart.
    It’s in your dreams that you will know the seasons of the heart.

    (written by Denver/Henry)

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