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Spirit

August 1976
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Side One
  1. Come And Let Me Look In Your Eyes

    Come And Let Me Look In Your Eyes

    I guess growing isn’t hard to do, just stand against the wall.
    Once I was just two feet high, today I’m six feet tall.
    But knowing who to listen to is something else again.
    Words just whistle ’round my head like seasons in the wind.
    All across the water, the clouds are sailing, they won’t let me look at the sky.
    All I want to do is try and find myself, come and let me look in your eyes.

    In searching for the way to go, I’ve followed all the rules.
    The way they say to choose between the wise men and the fools.
    I listen to the words they say, I read what I should read.
    I do whatever’s right to do, try to be what I should be.
    Someone let me in, I think the sky is falling, seems I’ve gotten lost on my way.
    All I want to do is try and find myself, come and let me look in your eyes.

    Oh, but wisdom isn’t underground nor on a mountainside.
    Where am I to take myself? There’s no place here to hide, where can I hide?
    All across the universe, the stars are fading. Seems we’ve gotten lost on our way.
    All I want to do is try and find myself, come and let me look in your eyes.
    Come and let me look in your eyes, come and let me look in your eyes.

    (written by Denver/Henry)

  2. Eli’s Song

    Eli’s Song


    Born in the month of June, no silver spoon to help you out.
    Your Mother had you naturally, naturally’s the way you came out.
    You know your own mind and you show it to me.
    Give me the high sign when you want to be free.
    And open up my eyes to the wonders that you see:
    See the airplane fly, see the trees rush by, be brave and strong when you hurt yourself
    and don’t you have a worry in the world.

    For the love that’s been given you is the one thing time can’t erase.
    And every day it’s growing like the knowing smile upon your face.
    You’re starting out strong, get a kick out of life, like to sing songs, be in the spotlight.
    And when everybody’s watching you shine so bright,
    See the airplane fly, see the trees rush by, be brave and strong when you hurt yourself
    and don’t you have a worry in the world.

    You know your own mind and you show it to me.
    Give me the high sign when you want to be free.
    And open up my eyes like your mother did for me:
    See the airplane fly, see the trees rush by, be brave and strong when you hurt yourself
    and don’t you have a worry in the world.

    (written by Williams)

  3. Wrangle Mountain Song

    Wrangle Mountain Song

    Sunday, and it’s raining in Alaska. Seven days, I haven’t seen the sun.
    Flying bush, flying low along the shoreline, doing everything I can to make it home.
    I can’t wait to see the Wrangle Mountains. I can’t wait to do what I will do.
    Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
    when I can’t wait to get back home to you.

    Three years from the war, settled down now.
    I did my time and served my country well.
    In the freedom I defended, I fly beneath the North Star,
    And I just don’t know a better way to feel.
    I can’t wait to see the Wrangle Mountains. I can’t wait to do what I will do.
    Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
    when I can’t wait to get back home to you.

    It’s a quiet life out here among the mountains
    in a cabin that was built with these two hands.

    McArthur lies asleep beside the glacier. It’s colder now, winter’s in the air.
    If you think they’re wild, it’s just because they can’t be broken,
    it’s a strong and gentle people living there.
    I can’t wait to see the Wrangle Mountains. I can’t wait to do what I will do.
    Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
    when I can’t wait to get back home to you.
    Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
    when I can’t wait to get back home to you.

    (written by John Denver)

  4. Hitchhiker

    Hitchhiker


    If you’re riding down the road and you come across an old man
    holding out his thumb in the wind.
    Clothes are old and dirty, that doesn’t matter, it’s his eyes that tell you where he’s been.
    If you’re not afraid to take your chances on a stranger, he might have some company to lend.
    Pull off to the side, let the old man have a ride. He’ll tell you all the crazy things he’s seen.
    I’m an old hitchhiker, highway is the only home I know.
    Where you headed, I don’t mind. I ain’t been there in some time,
    but it’s just exactly where I wanna go.

    I can tell you how I started in the circus as a barker calling people in from far and wide.
    They never did regret the dollar that it cost them, we always left ’em feeling good inside.
    We were headed for Montana when we hired us a dancer, her beauty it was more than I can say.
    Then one summer night she set my soul on fire, Lord, I wish that she was here with me today.
    I’m an old hitchhiker, wonder what’s awaiting round the bend.
    I don’t know what I might see, I don’t need no guarantee,
    just a ride from here to there and back again.

    I was only seventeen when I took the open highway, took it for my teacher and a friend.
    I’ve been thirty years of thumbing, some might call it bumming,
    it’s better than just crying in the wind.
    If you’re driving down the road and you come across an old man,
    holding out his thumb in the rain.
    You can pull off to the side, let the poor boy have a ride,
    he can tell you all the crazy things he’s seen.
    I’m an old hitchhiker, looking to the far side of the hill.
    Some people say I’ll settle down, build a home in some small town.
    But in my heart I know I never will, I’m an old hitchhiker.

    (written by John Denver)

  5. In The Grand Way

    In The Grand Way

    In the grand way, she loves me. The way she holds me close to rest with me.
    And to know she is my life to me, my empty days are done,
    my running days are run, for the first time I love the morning.
    Burning sundowns, colored autumn trees, mountain rivers, country rivers put my mind at ease.
    And to realize such perfect harmony, standing in the dawn of a new day coming on,
    I’m looking for no tomorrow.

    I can still hear the lonely sound, the engines of the midnight freight train northward bound.
    And to feel my life, my life slowly losing ground.
    I never quite understood though I see it for the good and it seems like I’ve just been dreaming.

    The way she holds me close to comfort me.

    My empty days are done, my running days are run, for the first time I love the morning.
    For the first time I love the morning, for the first time, the first time.

    (written by Sommers)

  6. Polka Dots And Moonbeams

    Polka Dots And Moonbeams

    A country dance was being held in a garden. I felt a bump and heard an “Oh, beg you pardon.”
    Suddenly I saw polka dots and moonbeams all around a pug-nosed dream.
    The music started and was I the perplexed one.
    I held my breath and said “May I have the next one?”
    In my frightened arms, polka dots and moonbeams sparkled on a pug-nosed dream.

    There were questions in the eyes of other dancers as we floated over the floor.
    There were questions but my heart knew all the answers and perhaps a few things more.
    Now in a cottage made of lilacs and laughter, I know the meaning of the words “ever after.”
    And I’ll always see polka dots and moonbeams when I kiss my pug-nosed dream.

    There were questions in the eyes of other dancers as we floated over the floor.
    There were questions but my heart knew all the answers and perhaps a few things more.
    Now in a cottage made of lilacs and laughter, I know the meaning of the words “ever after.”
    And I’ll always see polka dots and moonbeams when I kiss my pug-nosed dream,
    when I kiss my pug-nosed dream.

    (written by Burke/Van Heusen)

Side Two
  1. It Makes Me Giggle

    It Makes Me Giggle


    It makes me giggle, it makes me giggle, just having my baby around me.
    It makes me giggle, sometimes I wiggle cause I’m so glad she found me.
    Sometimes I wake up feeling crabby, she gives me love as sweet as candy.

    It makes me giggle, it makes me giggle, every time I see my little boy child.
    It makes me giggle, sometimes I wiggle, sometimes I even jump for joy, child.
    He knows just how to make me happy, he gives me loves and calls me Daddy.
    It makes me giggle, it makes me giggle, c’mon giggle for me.

    If I ever felt better I can’t seem to recall. It just blows me away to be part of it all.
    It makes me giggle, it makes me giggle, just singing these love songs for you.
    It makes me giggle, sometimes I wiggle, there ain’t nothing that I’d rather do.
    I like to see you with a smile on your face, I’d like to give one to the whole human race
    and then I’d giggle, we could all giggle, now wiggle for me.

    If I ever felt better I can’t seem to recall, it just blows me away to be part of it all.

    (written by John Denver)

  2. Baby, You Look Good To Me Tonight

    Baby, You Look Good To Me Tonight

    I’ve been out on this highway now, five days in a row.
    My words all run together and my feet are moving slow, got to stop and eat while it’s still light.
    Local angel sitting on my right, do you believe in love at first sight?
    Baby, you look good to me tonight.

    Well, I’m ordinarily very shy and I’d be polite if I had the time.
    Baby, you look good to me tonight.
    Tomorrow I’ll be good and gone, please don’t 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, you’re the best idea I’ve had all day,
    usually I put up a fight but baby, you look good to me tonight.”

    Well I’m ordinarily very shy but I grinned at her as I ate my pie, said,
    “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 it’s not a bad life on the road
    if you’ve got wheels to roll and lucky stars above.
    Your destiny’s your own, you go as far as you can go
    and if there’s time to sleep, there’s time to make love.

    I came, I saw, I conquered and I rode off in the sun.
    You know the look she left me with keeps telling me she won, her face is the only thing I see.
    Whispering these words of prophecy: “Well, I may come easy but I don’t come free,
    you’re never gonna see the last of me.”

    Baby, you look good to me, I was born to love you now can’t you see,
    baby, you look good to me tonight.
    Well, I’m ordinarily very shy, but I take the time to satisfy,
    baby, you look good to me tonight. Baby, you look good to me tonight.

    (written by Danoff)

  3. Like A Sad Song

    Like A Sad Song

    Usually in the morning I’m filled with sweet belonging and everything is beautiful to see.
    Even when it’s raining, the sound of heaven singing is simply joyful music to me.
    But sometimes I feel like a sad song, like I’m all alone without you.

    So many different places, a million smiling faces, life is so incredible to me.
    Especially to be near you and how it is to touch you, oh, paradise was made for you and me.
    Sometimes I feel like a sad song, like I’m all alone without you.

    I know that life goes on just perfectly and everything is just the way that it should be.
    Still there are times when my heart feels like breaking and anywhere is where I’d rather be.
    Oh, and in the nighttime, I know that it’s the right time to hold you close and say I love you so.
    To have someone to share with and someone I can care with
    and that is why I wanted you to know.
    Sometimes I feel like a sad song, like I’m all alone without you, without you .

    (written by John Denver)

  4. San Antonio Rose

    San Antonio Rose

    Deep within my heart lies a melody, a song of old San Antone,
    where in dreams I live with a memory beneath the stars all alone.
    It was there I found beside the Alamo, enchantment strange as the blue up above.
    A moonlit pass that only she would know still hears my broken song of love.

    Moon in all your splendor, hear only my heart. Call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone.
    Lips so sweet and tender like petals falling apart, speak once again of my love, my own.
    Broken song, empty words I know still live in my heart all alone.
    For the moonlit pass by the Alamo and Rose, my Rose of San Antone.

    Moon in all your splendor, hear only my heart. Call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone.
    Lips so sweet and tender like petals falling apart, speak once again of my love, my own.
    Broken song, empty words I know still live in my heart all alone.
    For the moonlit pass by the Alamo and Rose, my Rose of San Antone.

    (written by Wills)

  5. Pegasus

    Pegasus


    Peaceful valleys, animals and children asking me,
    tell the story that you told of sailors drinking tea.
    Tell the one about the man who saddled up the wind,
    Pegasus and flying fish and woodmen made of tin.

    A kid knows what he wants to be before he’s nine or ten,
    cowboys, clowns and men of war, someone else’s friend.
    But nine grows into big boy’s pants and then to scars and pain.
    Twenty’s fast and hard as nails but doesn’t come again.
    There’s days to fall and days to rise and days for making haste.
    Days for seeking out yourself but no days you can waste.
    Night times filled with love so good it aches to rest it down.
    Endless hallways dark with sleep and rivers dark with sound.
    Peaceful valleys, animals and children asking me,
    tell the story that you told of sailors drinking tea.
    Tell the one about the man who saddled up the wind,
    Pegasus and flying fish and woodmen made of tin.

    Children climbing on my arms, pigeons on my head.
    Get thee up my little man and dream a dream instead.
    Dream a dream of rocking chairs and flying through the night.
    Then dream until the morning’s gone and turned the dark to light.
    Then come and get your daddy if he hasn’t blown away.
    Rock him in your children’s hands and help him find his way.
    Take him to your hiding place and let him come inside,
    he’ll never tell your secret, cross my heart and hope to die.
    Peaceful valleys, animals and children asking me,
    tell the story that you told of sailors drinking tea.
    Tell the one about the man who saddled up the wind,
    Pegasus and flying fish and woodmen made of tin.
    Pegasus and flying fish and woodmen made of tin.

    (written by Henry/Denver)

  6. The Wings That Fly Us Home

    The Wings That Fly Us Home

    There are many ways of being in the circle we call life.
    A wise man seeks an answer, burns his candle through the night.
    Is a jewel just a pebble that found a way to shine?
    Is a hero’s blood more righteous than a hobo’s sip of wine?
    Did I speak to you one morning on some distant world away?
    Did you save me from an arrow? Did you lay me in a grave?
    Were we brothers on a journey? Did you teach me how to run?
    Were we broken by the waters? Did I lie you in the sun?

    I dreamed you were a prophet in a meadow, I dreamed I was a mountain in the wind.
    I dreamed you knelt and touched me with a flower, I awoke with this: a flower in my hand.

    I know that love is seeing all the infinite in one.
    In the brotherhood of creatures, through the Father, through the Son.
    The vision of your goodness will sustain me through the cold.
    Take my hand now to remember when you find yourself alone: you are never alone.

    And the spirit fills the darkness of the heavens. It fills the endless yearning of the soul.
    It lives within a star too far to dream of. It lives within each part and is the whole:
    it’s the fire and the wings that fly us home, fly us home, fly us home.

    (written by Henry/Denver)

Side One
  1. Come And Let Me Look In Your Eyes

    Come And Let Me Look In Your Eyes

    I guess growing isn’t hard to do, just stand against the wall.
    Once I was just two feet high, today I’m six feet tall.
    But knowing who to listen to is something else again.
    Words just whistle ’round my head like seasons in the wind.
    All across the water, the clouds are sailing, they won’t let me look at the sky.
    All I want to do is try and find myself, come and let me look in your eyes.

    In searching for the way to go, I’ve followed all the rules.
    The way they say to choose between the wise men and the fools.
    I listen to the words they say, I read what I should read.
    I do whatever’s right to do, try to be what I should be.
    Someone let me in, I think the sky is falling, seems I’ve gotten lost on my way.
    All I want to do is try and find myself, come and let me look in your eyes.

    Oh, but wisdom isn’t underground nor on a mountainside.
    Where am I to take myself? There’s no place here to hide, where can I hide?
    All across the universe, the stars are fading. Seems we’ve gotten lost on our way.
    All I want to do is try and find myself, come and let me look in your eyes.
    Come and let me look in your eyes, come and let me look in your eyes.

    (written by Denver/Henry)

  2. Eli’s Song

    Eli’s Song


    Born in the month of June, no silver spoon to help you out.
    Your Mother had you naturally, naturally’s the way you came out.
    You know your own mind and you show it to me.
    Give me the high sign when you want to be free.
    And open up my eyes to the wonders that you see:
    See the airplane fly, see the trees rush by, be brave and strong when you hurt yourself
    and don’t you have a worry in the world.

    For the love that’s been given you is the one thing time can’t erase.
    And every day it’s growing like the knowing smile upon your face.
    You’re starting out strong, get a kick out of life, like to sing songs, be in the spotlight.
    And when everybody’s watching you shine so bright,
    See the airplane fly, see the trees rush by, be brave and strong when you hurt yourself
    and don’t you have a worry in the world.

    You know your own mind and you show it to me.
    Give me the high sign when you want to be free.
    And open up my eyes like your mother did for me:
    See the airplane fly, see the trees rush by, be brave and strong when you hurt yourself
    and don’t you have a worry in the world.

    (written by Williams)

  3. Wrangle Mountain Song

    Wrangle Mountain Song

    Sunday, and it’s raining in Alaska. Seven days, I haven’t seen the sun.
    Flying bush, flying low along the shoreline, doing everything I can to make it home.
    I can’t wait to see the Wrangle Mountains. I can’t wait to do what I will do.
    Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
    when I can’t wait to get back home to you.

    Three years from the war, settled down now.
    I did my time and served my country well.
    In the freedom I defended, I fly beneath the North Star,
    And I just don’t know a better way to feel.
    I can’t wait to see the Wrangle Mountains. I can’t wait to do what I will do.
    Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
    when I can’t wait to get back home to you.

    It’s a quiet life out here among the mountains
    in a cabin that was built with these two hands.

    McArthur lies asleep beside the glacier. It’s colder now, winter’s in the air.
    If you think they’re wild, it’s just because they can’t be broken,
    it’s a strong and gentle people living there.
    I can’t wait to see the Wrangle Mountains. I can’t wait to do what I will do.
    Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
    when I can’t wait to get back home to you.
    Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
    when I can’t wait to get back home to you.

    (written by John Denver)

  4. Hitchhiker

    Hitchhiker


    If you’re riding down the road and you come across an old man
    holding out his thumb in the wind.
    Clothes are old and dirty, that doesn’t matter, it’s his eyes that tell you where he’s been.
    If you’re not afraid to take your chances on a stranger, he might have some company to lend.
    Pull off to the side, let the old man have a ride. He’ll tell you all the crazy things he’s seen.
    I’m an old hitchhiker, highway is the only home I know.
    Where you headed, I don’t mind. I ain’t been there in some time,
    but it’s just exactly where I wanna go.

    I can tell you how I started in the circus as a barker calling people in from far and wide.
    They never did regret the dollar that it cost them, we always left ’em feeling good inside.
    We were headed for Montana when we hired us a dancer, her beauty it was more than I can say.
    Then one summer night she set my soul on fire, Lord, I wish that she was here with me today.
    I’m an old hitchhiker, wonder what’s awaiting round the bend.
    I don’t know what I might see, I don’t need no guarantee,
    just a ride from here to there and back again.

    I was only seventeen when I took the open highway, took it for my teacher and a friend.
    I’ve been thirty years of thumbing, some might call it bumming,
    it’s better than just crying in the wind.
    If you’re driving down the road and you come across an old man,
    holding out his thumb in the rain.
    You can pull off to the side, let the poor boy have a ride,
    he can tell you all the crazy things he’s seen.
    I’m an old hitchhiker, looking to the far side of the hill.
    Some people say I’ll settle down, build a home in some small town.
    But in my heart I know I never will, I’m an old hitchhiker.

    (written by John Denver)

  5. In The Grand Way

    In The Grand Way

    In the grand way, she loves me. The way she holds me close to rest with me.
    And to know she is my life to me, my empty days are done,
    my running days are run, for the first time I love the morning.
    Burning sundowns, colored autumn trees, mountain rivers, country rivers put my mind at ease.
    And to realize such perfect harmony, standing in the dawn of a new day coming on,
    I’m looking for no tomorrow.

    I can still hear the lonely sound, the engines of the midnight freight train northward bound.
    And to feel my life, my life slowly losing ground.
    I never quite understood though I see it for the good and it seems like I’ve just been dreaming.

    The way she holds me close to comfort me.

    My empty days are done, my running days are run, for the first time I love the morning.
    For the first time I love the morning, for the first time, the first time.

    (written by Sommers)

  6. Polka Dots And Moonbeams

    Polka Dots And Moonbeams

    A country dance was being held in a garden. I felt a bump and heard an “Oh, beg you pardon.”
    Suddenly I saw polka dots and moonbeams all around a pug-nosed dream.
    The music started and was I the perplexed one.
    I held my breath and said “May I have the next one?”
    In my frightened arms, polka dots and moonbeams sparkled on a pug-nosed dream.

    There were questions in the eyes of other dancers as we floated over the floor.
    There were questions but my heart knew all the answers and perhaps a few things more.
    Now in a cottage made of lilacs and laughter, I know the meaning of the words “ever after.”
    And I’ll always see polka dots and moonbeams when I kiss my pug-nosed dream.

    There were questions in the eyes of other dancers as we floated over the floor.
    There were questions but my heart knew all the answers and perhaps a few things more.
    Now in a cottage made of lilacs and laughter, I know the meaning of the words “ever after.”
    And I’ll always see polka dots and moonbeams when I kiss my pug-nosed dream,
    when I kiss my pug-nosed dream.

    (written by Burke/Van Heusen)

Side Two
  1. It Makes Me Giggle

    It Makes Me Giggle


    It makes me giggle, it makes me giggle, just having my baby around me.
    It makes me giggle, sometimes I wiggle cause I’m so glad she found me.
    Sometimes I wake up feeling crabby, she gives me love as sweet as candy.

    It makes me giggle, it makes me giggle, every time I see my little boy child.
    It makes me giggle, sometimes I wiggle, sometimes I even jump for joy, child.
    He knows just how to make me happy, he gives me loves and calls me Daddy.
    It makes me giggle, it makes me giggle, c’mon giggle for me.

    If I ever felt better I can’t seem to recall. It just blows me away to be part of it all.
    It makes me giggle, it makes me giggle, just singing these love songs for you.
    It makes me giggle, sometimes I wiggle, there ain’t nothing that I’d rather do.
    I like to see you with a smile on your face, I’d like to give one to the whole human race
    and then I’d giggle, we could all giggle, now wiggle for me.

    If I ever felt better I can’t seem to recall, it just blows me away to be part of it all.

    (written by John Denver)

  2. Baby, You Look Good To Me Tonight

    Baby, You Look Good To Me Tonight

    I’ve been out on this highway now, five days in a row.
    My words all run together and my feet are moving slow, got to stop and eat while it’s still light.
    Local angel sitting on my right, do you believe in love at first sight?
    Baby, you look good to me tonight.

    Well, I’m ordinarily very shy and I’d be polite if I had the time.
    Baby, you look good to me tonight.
    Tomorrow I’ll be good and gone, please don’t 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, you’re the best idea I’ve had all day,
    usually I put up a fight but baby, you look good to me tonight.”

    Well I’m ordinarily very shy but I grinned at her as I ate my pie, said,
    “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 it’s not a bad life on the road
    if you’ve got wheels to roll and lucky stars above.
    Your destiny’s your own, you go as far as you can go
    and if there’s time to sleep, there’s time to make love.

    I came, I saw, I conquered and I rode off in the sun.
    You know the look she left me with keeps telling me she won, her face is the only thing I see.
    Whispering these words of prophecy: “Well, I may come easy but I don’t come free,
    you’re never gonna see the last of me.”

    Baby, you look good to me, I was born to love you now can’t you see,
    baby, you look good to me tonight.
    Well, I’m ordinarily very shy, but I take the time to satisfy,
    baby, you look good to me tonight. Baby, you look good to me tonight.

    (written by Danoff)

  3. Like A Sad Song

    Like A Sad Song

    Usually in the morning I’m filled with sweet belonging and everything is beautiful to see.
    Even when it’s raining, the sound of heaven singing is simply joyful music to me.
    But sometimes I feel like a sad song, like I’m all alone without you.

    So many different places, a million smiling faces, life is so incredible to me.
    Especially to be near you and how it is to touch you, oh, paradise was made for you and me.
    Sometimes I feel like a sad song, like I’m all alone without you.

    I know that life goes on just perfectly and everything is just the way that it should be.
    Still there are times when my heart feels like breaking and anywhere is where I’d rather be.
    Oh, and in the nighttime, I know that it’s the right time to hold you close and say I love you so.
    To have someone to share with and someone I can care with
    and that is why I wanted you to know.
    Sometimes I feel like a sad song, like I’m all alone without you, without you .

    (written by John Denver)

  4. San Antonio Rose

    San Antonio Rose

    Deep within my heart lies a melody, a song of old San Antone,
    where in dreams I live with a memory beneath the stars all alone.
    It was there I found beside the Alamo, enchantment strange as the blue up above.
    A moonlit pass that only she would know still hears my broken song of love.

    Moon in all your splendor, hear only my heart. Call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone.
    Lips so sweet and tender like petals falling apart, speak once again of my love, my own.
    Broken song, empty words I know still live in my heart all alone.
    For the moonlit pass by the Alamo and Rose, my Rose of San Antone.

    Moon in all your splendor, hear only my heart. Call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone.
    Lips so sweet and tender like petals falling apart, speak once again of my love, my own.
    Broken song, empty words I know still live in my heart all alone.
    For the moonlit pass by the Alamo and Rose, my Rose of San Antone.

    (written by Wills)

  5. Pegasus

    Pegasus


    Peaceful valleys, animals and children asking me,
    tell the story that you told of sailors drinking tea.
    Tell the one about the man who saddled up the wind,
    Pegasus and flying fish and woodmen made of tin.

    A kid knows what he wants to be before he’s nine or ten,
    cowboys, clowns and men of war, someone else’s friend.
    But nine grows into big boy’s pants and then to scars and pain.
    Twenty’s fast and hard as nails but doesn’t come again.
    There’s days to fall and days to rise and days for making haste.
    Days for seeking out yourself but no days you can waste.
    Night times filled with love so good it aches to rest it down.
    Endless hallways dark with sleep and rivers dark with sound.
    Peaceful valleys, animals and children asking me,
    tell the story that you told of sailors drinking tea.
    Tell the one about the man who saddled up the wind,
    Pegasus and flying fish and woodmen made of tin.

    Children climbing on my arms, pigeons on my head.
    Get thee up my little man and dream a dream instead.
    Dream a dream of rocking chairs and flying through the night.
    Then dream until the morning’s gone and turned the dark to light.
    Then come and get your daddy if he hasn’t blown away.
    Rock him in your children’s hands and help him find his way.
    Take him to your hiding place and let him come inside,
    he’ll never tell your secret, cross my heart and hope to die.
    Peaceful valleys, animals and children asking me,
    tell the story that you told of sailors drinking tea.
    Tell the one about the man who saddled up the wind,
    Pegasus and flying fish and woodmen made of tin.
    Pegasus and flying fish and woodmen made of tin.

    (written by Henry/Denver)

  6. The Wings That Fly Us Home

    The Wings That Fly Us Home

    There are many ways of being in the circle we call life.
    A wise man seeks an answer, burns his candle through the night.
    Is a jewel just a pebble that found a way to shine?
    Is a hero’s blood more righteous than a hobo’s sip of wine?
    Did I speak to you one morning on some distant world away?
    Did you save me from an arrow? Did you lay me in a grave?
    Were we brothers on a journey? Did you teach me how to run?
    Were we broken by the waters? Did I lie you in the sun?

    I dreamed you were a prophet in a meadow, I dreamed I was a mountain in the wind.
    I dreamed you knelt and touched me with a flower, I awoke with this: a flower in my hand.

    I know that love is seeing all the infinite in one.
    In the brotherhood of creatures, through the Father, through the Son.
    The vision of your goodness will sustain me through the cold.
    Take my hand now to remember when you find yourself alone: you are never alone.

    And the spirit fills the darkness of the heavens. It fills the endless yearning of the soul.
    It lives within a star too far to dream of. It lives within each part and is the whole:
    it’s the fire and the wings that fly us home, fly us home, fly us home.

    (written by Henry/Denver)

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