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The Essential John Denver (2 Disc)

February 2007
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Side One
  1. 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)

  2. 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)


  3. 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

  4. Poems, Prayers & Promises

    Poems, Prayers & Promises

    I’ve been lately thinking about my life’s time, all the things I’ve done and how it’s been.
    And I can’t help believing in my own mind, I know I’m gonna hate to see it end.
    I’ve seen a lot of sunshine, slept out in the rain, spent a night or two all on my own.
    I’ve known my lady’s pleasures, had myself some friends, spent a time or two in my own home.
    I have to say it now, it’s been a good life, all in all,
    it’s really fine to have a chance to hang around.
    Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire,
    while all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around.
    And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in.
    How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.
    How long it’s been since yesterday, what about tomorrow
    and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?

    The days they pass so quickly now, the nights are seldom long.
    Time around me whispers when it’s cold.
    The changes somehow frightens me, still I have to smile. It turns me on to think of growing old.
    Although my life’s been good to me, there’s still so much to do,
    so many things my mind has never known.
    I’d like to raise a family, I’d like to sail away and dance across the mountains on the moon.
    I have to say it now, it’s been a good life, all in all,
    it’s really fine to have a chance to hang around.
    Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire,
    while all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around.
    And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in.
    How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.
    How long it’s been since yesterday, what about tomorrow
    and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?

    (written by John Denver)

  5. I Guess He’d Rather Be In Colorado

    I Guess He’d Rather Be In Colorado

    I guess he’d rather be in Colorado.
    He’d rather spend his time out where the sky looks like a pearl after the rain.
    Once again I see him walking, once again I hear him talking
    to the stars he makes and asking them the bus fare.

    I guess he’d rather be in Colorado.
    He’d rather play his banjo in the morning when the moon is scarcely gone.
    In the dawn the subway’s coming, in the dawn I hear him humming
    some old song he wrote of love in Boulder Canyon. I guess he’d rather be in Colorado.

    I guess he’d rather be in Colorado.
    I guess he’d rather work out where the only thing you earn is what you spend.
    In the end up in his office, in the end a quiet cough is all he has to show,
    he lives in New York City. I guess he’d rather be in Colorado.

    (written by Danoff/ Nivert)

  6. Friends With You

    Friends With You


    What a friend we have in time. Gives us children, makes us wine.
    Tells us what to take or leave behind.
    And the gifts of growing old, all the stories to be told
    of the feelings more precious than gold.

    Friends I will remember you, think of you, pray for you.
    And when another day is through, I’ll still be friends with you.

    Baby’s days are never long. Mother’s laugh is baby’s song.
    Gives us all the hope to carry on.

    Friends I will remember you, think of you, pray for you.
    And when another day is through, I’ll still be friends with you.
    Friends I will remember you, think of you, pray for you.
    And when another day is through, I’ll still be friends with you.
    My friends, I will remember you, think of you, pray for you.
    And when another day is through, I’ll still be friends with you.

    (written by Danoff)

  7. 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 Denver/ Taylor)

  8. Goodbye Again

    Goodbye Again

    It’s five o’clock this morning and the sun is on the rise.
    There’s frosting on the windowpane and sorrow in your eyes.
    The stars are fading quietly, night is nearly gone.
    And so you turn away from me and tears begin to come,
    and it’s goodbye again, I’m sorry to be leaving you.
    Goodbye again, as if you didn’t know, it’s goodbye again,
    and I wish you could tell me, why do we always fight when I have to go?

    It seems a shame to leave you now, you lay so soft and warm.
    I long to lay me down again and hold you in my arms.
    I long to kiss your tears away and give you back your smile.
    But other voices beckon me and for a little while it’s goodbye again,
    Goodbye again, as if you didn’t know, it’s goodbye again,
    and I wish you could tell me, why do we always fight when I have to go?

    I have to go and see some friends of mine and some that I don’t know,
    and some who aren’t familiar with my name.
    It’s something that’s inside of me, not hard to understand, it’s anyone who’ll listen to me sing.

    If your hours are empty now, who am I to blame?
    Do you think if I were always here, our love would be the same?
    As it is, the time we have is worth the time alone.
    And lying by your side’s the greatest peace I’ve ever known, and it’s goodbye again,
    Goodbye again, as if you didn’t know, it’s goodbye again,
    and I wish you could tell me, why do we always fight when I have to go?

    (written by John Denver)

  9. I’d Rather be a Coyboy (Lady’s Chains)

    I’d Rather be a Coyboy (Lady’s Chains)

    Jessie went away last summer, a couple of months ago.
    After all our time together, it was hard to see her go.
    She called me right up when she arrived, asked me one more time to come,
    but living on an LA freeway ain’t my kind of having fun.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy, I think I’d rather ride the range.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy than to lay me down in love and lady’s chains.

    When we were just beginning, it was such an easy way.
    Laying back up in the mountains making love for sunny days.
    She got tired of picking daisies and cooking my meals for me,
    she can live the life she wants to, yes, it’s all right with me.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy, I think I’d rather ride the range.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy than to lay me down in love and lady’s chains.

    I’d rather live on the side of a mountain than wander through canyons of concrete and steel.
    I’d rather laugh in the rain and sunshine and lay down my sundown in some starry field.

    Oh, but I miss her in the morning when I awake alone.
    The absence of her laughter is a cold and empty sound.
    But her memory always makes me smile and I want you to know,
    I love her, yes I love her just enough to let her go.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy, I think I’d rather ride the range.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy than to lay me down in love and lady’s chains.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy, I think I’d rather ride the range.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy than to lay me down in love and lady’s chains.

    (written by John Denver)

  10. Farewell Andromeda (Welcome To My Morning)

    Farewell Andromeda (Welcome To My Morning)

    Welcome to my morning, welcome to my day.
    Yes, I’m the one responsible, I made it just this way.
    To make myself some pictures, see what they might bring.
    I think I made it perfectly, I wouldn’t change a thing.
    La la la, la la la la la. La la la, la la la la la.

    Welcome to my happiness, you know it makes me smile.
    And it pleases me to have you here for just a little while.
    While we open up the spaces and try to break some chains.
    And if the truth is told they will never come again.
    La la la, la la la la la. La la la, la la la la la.

    Welcome to my evening, the closing of the day,
    you know I could try a million times and never find a better way
    to tell you that I love you and all the songs I played
    are to thank you for allowing me in that lovely day you made.

    Welcome to my morning, welcome to my day.
    Yes, I’m the one responsible, I made it just this way.
    To make myself some pictures, see what they might bring.
    I think I made it perfectly, I wouldn’t change a thing.
    La la la, la la la la la. La la la, la la la la la.
    La la la, la la la la la. La la la, la la la la la.

    (written by John Denver)

  11. 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)

  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.

    (written by John Denver)

  13. 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)

  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.

    (written by John Sommers)

  15. 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)

  16. Sweet Surrender

    Sweet Surrender

    Lost and alone on some forgotten highway, traveled by many, remembered by few.
    Looking for something that I can believe in,
    looking for something that I’d like to do with my life.
    There’s nothing behind me and nothing that ties me to
    something that might have been true yesterday.
    Tomorrow is open and right now it seems to be more than enough
    To just be here today, and I don’t know what the future is holding in store,
    I don’t know where I’m going, I’m not sure where I’ve been.
    There’s a spirit that guides me, a light that shines for me,
    my life is worth the living, I don’t need to see the end.

    Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
    like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.
    Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
    like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.

    Lost and alone on some forgotten highway, traveled by many, remembered by few.
    Looking for something that I can believe in,
    looking for something that I’d like to do with my life.
    There’s nothing behind me and nothing that ties me to
    something that might have been true yesterday.
    Tomorrow is open and right now it seems to be more than enough
    To just be here today, and I don’t know what the future is holding in store,
    I don’t know where I’m going, I’m not sure where I’ve been.
    There’s a spirit that guides me, a light that shines for me,
    my life is worth the living, I don’t need to see the end.

    Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
    like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.
    Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
    like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.
    Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
    like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.

    (written by John Denver)

  17. Looking for Space

    Looking for Space

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver)

  18. 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)

Side Two
  1. 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)

  2. Fly Away

    Fly Away

    All of her days have gone soft and cloudy, all of her dreams have gone dry.
    All of her nights have gone sad and shady, She’s getting ready to fly.
    Fly away, fly away, fly away.

    Life in the city can make you crazy for sounds of the sand and the sea.
    Life in a high-rise can make you hungry for things that you can’t even see.
    Fly away, fly away, fly away.

    In this whole world there’s nobody as lonely as she,
    there’s nowhere to go and there’s nowhere that she’d rather be.
    She’s looking for lovers and children playing, she’s looking for signs of the spring.
    She listens for laughter and sounds of dancing, she listens for any old thing.
    Fly away, fly away, fly away .

    In this whole world there’s nobody as lonely as she,
    there’s nowhere to go and there’s nowhere that she’d rather be.
    All of her days have gone soft and cloudy, all of her dreams have gone dry.
    All of her nights have gone sad and shady, She’s getting ready to fly.
    Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away.

    Where are my days, where are my nights? Where is the Spring? I wanna fly, I wanna fly…

    (written by John Denver)

  3. 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)

  4. 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)

  5. How Can I Leave You Again

    How Can I Leave You Again

    In a spaceship over the mountains, chasing rainbows in the setting sun.
    Leaving heart and home for the city of angels, I feel my life is undone.
    There are pathways winding below me, in pleasure I’ve gone where they go.
    In the quiet stillness, I can hear symphonies, the loveliest music I know.
    How can I leave you again? I must be clear out of my mind.
    Lost in a storm I’ve gone blind, oh, how can I leave you again.

    Oh, it’s been a long time since I’ve listened, still longer since I’ve walked with you.
    For the first time I know what I’m missing, some answers are no longer true.
    So I question the course that I follow. I’m doubtful and deep in despair.
    My heart is filled with impossible notions, can it be you no longer care?
    Still I ride on the winds of a high wind blowing steady and strong behind me.
    As the clouds surrender, my fate is for certain, I’m a sailor who runs to the sea.
    How can I leave you again? I must be clear out of my mind.
    Lost in a storm I’ve gone blind, oh, how can I leave you again.
    How can I leave you again? I must be clear out of my mind.
    Lost in a storm I’ve gone blind, oh, how can I leave you again.

    (written by John Denver)

  6. It Amazes Me

    It Amazes Me

    He 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 was 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 a symbol and things they could hold,
    living lives in desperation, in the fear of letting go.

    It amazes me and I know the wind will surely someday blow it all away.
    It amazes me and I’m so very grateful that you made the world this way.

    For our paths 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.
    While our Father watches over us, our Mother will provide.

    It amazes me and I know the wind will surely someday blow it all away.
    It amazes me and I’m so very grateful that you made the world this way.
    It amazes me, it amazes me, it amazes me.

    (written by John Denver)

  7. 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)

  8. 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.
    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 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.

    (written by John Denver)

  9. Autograph

    Autograph

    Here I am closing my eyes again. Trying so hard not to see all the things that I see.
    Almost willing to lie again, I swear that it just isn’t so, it just isn’t me.
    We are never alone even though we’d like to be.
    Then I go and open my eyes again. Love in your eyes is the thing that I’d most like to see.
    I’d be willing to die again. To know of a place and a time where it always could be.
    To be always with you and you always with me.
    This is my autograph, here in the songs that I sing.
    Here in my cry and my laugh, here in the love that I bring,
    to be always with you and you always with me.

    Say a prayer and open your heart again. You are the love and the life that we all need to see.
    Always willing to shine and then, peace on this earth is the way that it always can be.
    To be always with you and you always with me.
    This is my autograph, here in the songs that I sing.
    Here in my cry and my laugh, here in the love that I bring,
    to be always with you and you always with me

    (written by John Denver)

  10. Some Days Are Diamonds (Some Days Are Stone)

    Some Days Are Diamonds (Some Days Are Stone)

    When you ask how I’ve been here without you, I like to say I’ve been fine, and I do.
    But we both know the truth is hard to come by. And if I told the truth, that’s not quite true.
    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone. Some times the hard times won’t leave me alone.
    Some times the cold winds blow a chill in my bones.
    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone.

    Now the face that I see in my mirror, more and more is a stranger to me.
    More and more I can see there’s a danger in becoming what I never thought I’d be.
    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone. Some times the hard times won’t leave me alone.
    Some times the cold winds blow a chill in my bones.
    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone.

    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone. Some times the hard times won’t leave me alone.
    Some times the cold winds blow a chill in my bones.
    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone.

    (written by Feller)

  11. The Cowboy and the Lady

    The Cowboy and the Lady

    In the airport lounge she sat, in a fancy feathered hat, the grandest lady I had ever seen.
    Outside the heavy rain had grounded all the planes, so I asked her if she’d like some company.
    In my rhinestone studded suit, my cowboy hat and boots, I must have been a sight for her to see.
    But she said, “Pull up a chair” as she fumbled with her hair, a more unlikely pair you’ll never see.
    I was Mogen Davis wine, she was Chablis ’59, but there we sat, the cowboy and the lady.
    She was evenings at the opera, and summers in Paree,
    I was Grand Ole Opry, Nashville, Tennessee.
    The cowboy and the lady, as different as could be,
    But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennessee.

    And somewhere in between her Harvey’s Bristol Cream
    and the beer I drank and the easy company,
    we somehow came together, for a night of stormy weather,
    now there’s a little bit of class in this old cowboy, there’s a little bit of cowboy in the lady.

    The cowboy and the lady, as different as could be,
    But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennessee.

    And somewhere in between her Harvey’s Bristol Cream
    and the beer I drank and the easy company,
    we somehow came together, for a night of stormy weather,
    now there’s a little bit of class in this old cowboy, there’s a little bit of cowboy in the lady.

    (written by Goldsboro)

  12. 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)

  13. 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)

  14. 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.

    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)

  15. Wild Montana Skies – Vocal Duet John Denver and Emmylou Harris

    Wild Montana Skies – Vocal Duet John Denver and Emmylou Harris

    He was born in the Bitteroot Valley in the early morning rain.
    Wild geese over the water, heading north and home again.
    Bringing a warm wind from the south, bringing the first taste of the spring.
    His mother took him to her breast, and softly she did sing:
    Oh Montana, give this child a home.
    Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own.
    Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes,
    give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana Skies.

    His mother died that summer and he never learned to cry.
    He never knew his father and he never did ask why.
    He never knew the answers that would make an easy way,
    but he learned to know the wilderness and to be a man that way.
    His mother’s brother took him in to his family and his home,
    gave him a hand that he could lean on and a strength to call his own.
    And he learned to be a farmer, and he learned to love the land,
    and he learned to read the seasons and he learned to make a stand.
    Oh Montana, give this child a home.
    Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own.
    Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes,
    give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana Skies.

    On the eve of his 21st birthday, he set out on his own.
    He was 30 years and running when he found his way back home.
    Riding a storm across the mountains and an aching in his heart,
    said he came to turn the pages and to make a brand new start.
    Now he never told a story of the time that he was gone.
    Some say he was a lawyer, some say he was a John.
    There was something in the city that he said he couldn’t breathe,
    there was something in the country that he said he couldn’t leave.
    Now some say he was crazy, some are glad he’s gone.
    Some of us will miss him and try to carry on,
    giving a voice to the forest, giving a voice to the dawn.
    Giving a voice to the wilderness and the land that he lived on.
    Oh Montana, give this child a home.
    Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own.
    Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes,
    give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana Skies.
    Oh Montana, give this child a home.
    Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own.
    Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes,
    give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana Skies.

    (written by John Denver)

  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.

    (written by John Denver)

  17. 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.

    (written by John Denver)

  18. Is It Love?

    Is It Love?

    I know how it feels to be head over heels, to be lost in true love and the light of the moon.
    When everything seems to be coming up roses, every word seems to be rhyming with June.
    And suddenly all of your dreams have come true, happiness lives in your heart.
    Then out of nowhere, one becomes two, and everything seems to be falling apart.
    Is it Love?  When your heart feels like it’s broken,
    Is it Love?  And you just can’t take anymore.
    Is it Love? When there’s nothing that’s left to be spoken.
    Is it Love?  And there’s nothing worth listening for.
    Is it Love? Oooooo…

    I know what it means to get caught up in dreams
    and in prayers that are answered with each passing day.
    When loving and laughter are birds of a feather, and sharing and caring, just simple ways.
    You know you’ll never be all alone, someone will always be near.
    Then you turn around and your best friend is gone,
    Oh, where do they go when they just disappear?
    Is it Love?  When your heart feels like it’s broken,
    Is it Love?  And you just can’t take anymore.
    Is it Love? When there’s nothing that’s left to be spoken.
    Is it Love?  And there’s nothing worth listening for.
    Is it Love? Oooooo…

    There’s no answer, there seems to be nothing to say, in your anger, would you even hear anyway.
    It was magic, but somehow you’ve broken the spell,
    it was heaven, but somehow it’s turned into hell.
    Is it Love?  When your heart feels like it’s broken,
    Is it Love?  And you just can’t take anymore.
    Is it Love? When you feel more than you could imagine.
    Is it Love  Now there’s nothing that’s worth living for.
    Is it Love? Oooooo… Is it Love?
    Is it Love? Another expression of love, you could be falling in love.
    I wanna be in love…. Oooooo…

    (written by John Denver)

Side One
  1. 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)

  2. 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)


  3. 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

  4. Poems, Prayers & Promises

    Poems, Prayers & Promises

    I’ve been lately thinking about my life’s time, all the things I’ve done and how it’s been.
    And I can’t help believing in my own mind, I know I’m gonna hate to see it end.
    I’ve seen a lot of sunshine, slept out in the rain, spent a night or two all on my own.
    I’ve known my lady’s pleasures, had myself some friends, spent a time or two in my own home.
    I have to say it now, it’s been a good life, all in all,
    it’s really fine to have a chance to hang around.
    Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire,
    while all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around.
    And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in.
    How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.
    How long it’s been since yesterday, what about tomorrow
    and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?

    The days they pass so quickly now, the nights are seldom long.
    Time around me whispers when it’s cold.
    The changes somehow frightens me, still I have to smile. It turns me on to think of growing old.
    Although my life’s been good to me, there’s still so much to do,
    so many things my mind has never known.
    I’d like to raise a family, I’d like to sail away and dance across the mountains on the moon.
    I have to say it now, it’s been a good life, all in all,
    it’s really fine to have a chance to hang around.
    Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire,
    while all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around.
    And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in.
    How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.
    How long it’s been since yesterday, what about tomorrow
    and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?

    (written by John Denver)

  5. I Guess He’d Rather Be In Colorado

    I Guess He’d Rather Be In Colorado

    I guess he’d rather be in Colorado.
    He’d rather spend his time out where the sky looks like a pearl after the rain.
    Once again I see him walking, once again I hear him talking
    to the stars he makes and asking them the bus fare.

    I guess he’d rather be in Colorado.
    He’d rather play his banjo in the morning when the moon is scarcely gone.
    In the dawn the subway’s coming, in the dawn I hear him humming
    some old song he wrote of love in Boulder Canyon. I guess he’d rather be in Colorado.

    I guess he’d rather be in Colorado.
    I guess he’d rather work out where the only thing you earn is what you spend.
    In the end up in his office, in the end a quiet cough is all he has to show,
    he lives in New York City. I guess he’d rather be in Colorado.

    (written by Danoff/ Nivert)

  6. Friends With You

    Friends With You


    What a friend we have in time. Gives us children, makes us wine.
    Tells us what to take or leave behind.
    And the gifts of growing old, all the stories to be told
    of the feelings more precious than gold.

    Friends I will remember you, think of you, pray for you.
    And when another day is through, I’ll still be friends with you.

    Baby’s days are never long. Mother’s laugh is baby’s song.
    Gives us all the hope to carry on.

    Friends I will remember you, think of you, pray for you.
    And when another day is through, I’ll still be friends with you.
    Friends I will remember you, think of you, pray for you.
    And when another day is through, I’ll still be friends with you.
    My friends, I will remember you, think of you, pray for you.
    And when another day is through, I’ll still be friends with you.

    (written by Danoff)

  7. 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 Denver/ Taylor)

  8. Goodbye Again

    Goodbye Again

    It’s five o’clock this morning and the sun is on the rise.
    There’s frosting on the windowpane and sorrow in your eyes.
    The stars are fading quietly, night is nearly gone.
    And so you turn away from me and tears begin to come,
    and it’s goodbye again, I’m sorry to be leaving you.
    Goodbye again, as if you didn’t know, it’s goodbye again,
    and I wish you could tell me, why do we always fight when I have to go?

    It seems a shame to leave you now, you lay so soft and warm.
    I long to lay me down again and hold you in my arms.
    I long to kiss your tears away and give you back your smile.
    But other voices beckon me and for a little while it’s goodbye again,
    Goodbye again, as if you didn’t know, it’s goodbye again,
    and I wish you could tell me, why do we always fight when I have to go?

    I have to go and see some friends of mine and some that I don’t know,
    and some who aren’t familiar with my name.
    It’s something that’s inside of me, not hard to understand, it’s anyone who’ll listen to me sing.

    If your hours are empty now, who am I to blame?
    Do you think if I were always here, our love would be the same?
    As it is, the time we have is worth the time alone.
    And lying by your side’s the greatest peace I’ve ever known, and it’s goodbye again,
    Goodbye again, as if you didn’t know, it’s goodbye again,
    and I wish you could tell me, why do we always fight when I have to go?

    (written by John Denver)

  9. I’d Rather be a Coyboy (Lady’s Chains)

    I’d Rather be a Coyboy (Lady’s Chains)

    Jessie went away last summer, a couple of months ago.
    After all our time together, it was hard to see her go.
    She called me right up when she arrived, asked me one more time to come,
    but living on an LA freeway ain’t my kind of having fun.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy, I think I’d rather ride the range.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy than to lay me down in love and lady’s chains.

    When we were just beginning, it was such an easy way.
    Laying back up in the mountains making love for sunny days.
    She got tired of picking daisies and cooking my meals for me,
    she can live the life she wants to, yes, it’s all right with me.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy, I think I’d rather ride the range.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy than to lay me down in love and lady’s chains.

    I’d rather live on the side of a mountain than wander through canyons of concrete and steel.
    I’d rather laugh in the rain and sunshine and lay down my sundown in some starry field.

    Oh, but I miss her in the morning when I awake alone.
    The absence of her laughter is a cold and empty sound.
    But her memory always makes me smile and I want you to know,
    I love her, yes I love her just enough to let her go.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy, I think I’d rather ride the range.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy than to lay me down in love and lady’s chains.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy, I think I’d rather ride the range.
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy than to lay me down in love and lady’s chains.

    (written by John Denver)

  10. Farewell Andromeda (Welcome To My Morning)

    Farewell Andromeda (Welcome To My Morning)

    Welcome to my morning, welcome to my day.
    Yes, I’m the one responsible, I made it just this way.
    To make myself some pictures, see what they might bring.
    I think I made it perfectly, I wouldn’t change a thing.
    La la la, la la la la la. La la la, la la la la la.

    Welcome to my happiness, you know it makes me smile.
    And it pleases me to have you here for just a little while.
    While we open up the spaces and try to break some chains.
    And if the truth is told they will never come again.
    La la la, la la la la la. La la la, la la la la la.

    Welcome to my evening, the closing of the day,
    you know I could try a million times and never find a better way
    to tell you that I love you and all the songs I played
    are to thank you for allowing me in that lovely day you made.

    Welcome to my morning, welcome to my day.
    Yes, I’m the one responsible, I made it just this way.
    To make myself some pictures, see what they might bring.
    I think I made it perfectly, I wouldn’t change a thing.
    La la la, la la la la la. La la la, la la la la la.
    La la la, la la la la la. La la la, la la la la la.

    (written by John Denver)

  11. 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)

  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.

    (written by John Denver)

  13. 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)

  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.

    (written by John Sommers)

  15. 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)

  16. Sweet Surrender

    Sweet Surrender

    Lost and alone on some forgotten highway, traveled by many, remembered by few.
    Looking for something that I can believe in,
    looking for something that I’d like to do with my life.
    There’s nothing behind me and nothing that ties me to
    something that might have been true yesterday.
    Tomorrow is open and right now it seems to be more than enough
    To just be here today, and I don’t know what the future is holding in store,
    I don’t know where I’m going, I’m not sure where I’ve been.
    There’s a spirit that guides me, a light that shines for me,
    my life is worth the living, I don’t need to see the end.

    Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
    like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.
    Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
    like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.

    Lost and alone on some forgotten highway, traveled by many, remembered by few.
    Looking for something that I can believe in,
    looking for something that I’d like to do with my life.
    There’s nothing behind me and nothing that ties me to
    something that might have been true yesterday.
    Tomorrow is open and right now it seems to be more than enough
    To just be here today, and I don’t know what the future is holding in store,
    I don’t know where I’m going, I’m not sure where I’ve been.
    There’s a spirit that guides me, a light that shines for me,
    my life is worth the living, I don’t need to see the end.

    Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
    like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.
    Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
    like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.
    Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care,
    like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.

    (written by John Denver)

  17. Looking for Space

    Looking for Space

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver)

  18. 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)

Side Two
  1. 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)

  2. Fly Away

    Fly Away

    All of her days have gone soft and cloudy, all of her dreams have gone dry.
    All of her nights have gone sad and shady, She’s getting ready to fly.
    Fly away, fly away, fly away.

    Life in the city can make you crazy for sounds of the sand and the sea.
    Life in a high-rise can make you hungry for things that you can’t even see.
    Fly away, fly away, fly away.

    In this whole world there’s nobody as lonely as she,
    there’s nowhere to go and there’s nowhere that she’d rather be.
    She’s looking for lovers and children playing, she’s looking for signs of the spring.
    She listens for laughter and sounds of dancing, she listens for any old thing.
    Fly away, fly away, fly away .

    In this whole world there’s nobody as lonely as she,
    there’s nowhere to go and there’s nowhere that she’d rather be.
    All of her days have gone soft and cloudy, all of her dreams have gone dry.
    All of her nights have gone sad and shady, She’s getting ready to fly.
    Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away.

    Where are my days, where are my nights? Where is the Spring? I wanna fly, I wanna fly…

    (written by John Denver)

  3. 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)

  4. 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)

  5. How Can I Leave You Again

    How Can I Leave You Again

    In a spaceship over the mountains, chasing rainbows in the setting sun.
    Leaving heart and home for the city of angels, I feel my life is undone.
    There are pathways winding below me, in pleasure I’ve gone where they go.
    In the quiet stillness, I can hear symphonies, the loveliest music I know.
    How can I leave you again? I must be clear out of my mind.
    Lost in a storm I’ve gone blind, oh, how can I leave you again.

    Oh, it’s been a long time since I’ve listened, still longer since I’ve walked with you.
    For the first time I know what I’m missing, some answers are no longer true.
    So I question the course that I follow. I’m doubtful and deep in despair.
    My heart is filled with impossible notions, can it be you no longer care?
    Still I ride on the winds of a high wind blowing steady and strong behind me.
    As the clouds surrender, my fate is for certain, I’m a sailor who runs to the sea.
    How can I leave you again? I must be clear out of my mind.
    Lost in a storm I’ve gone blind, oh, how can I leave you again.
    How can I leave you again? I must be clear out of my mind.
    Lost in a storm I’ve gone blind, oh, how can I leave you again.

    (written by John Denver)

  6. It Amazes Me

    It Amazes Me

    He 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 was 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 a symbol and things they could hold,
    living lives in desperation, in the fear of letting go.

    It amazes me and I know the wind will surely someday blow it all away.
    It amazes me and I’m so very grateful that you made the world this way.

    For our paths 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.
    While our Father watches over us, our Mother will provide.

    It amazes me and I know the wind will surely someday blow it all away.
    It amazes me and I’m so very grateful that you made the world this way.
    It amazes me, it amazes me, it amazes me.

    (written by John Denver)

  7. 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)

  8. 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.
    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 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.

    (written by John Denver)

  9. Autograph

    Autograph

    Here I am closing my eyes again. Trying so hard not to see all the things that I see.
    Almost willing to lie again, I swear that it just isn’t so, it just isn’t me.
    We are never alone even though we’d like to be.
    Then I go and open my eyes again. Love in your eyes is the thing that I’d most like to see.
    I’d be willing to die again. To know of a place and a time where it always could be.
    To be always with you and you always with me.
    This is my autograph, here in the songs that I sing.
    Here in my cry and my laugh, here in the love that I bring,
    to be always with you and you always with me.

    Say a prayer and open your heart again. You are the love and the life that we all need to see.
    Always willing to shine and then, peace on this earth is the way that it always can be.
    To be always with you and you always with me.
    This is my autograph, here in the songs that I sing.
    Here in my cry and my laugh, here in the love that I bring,
    to be always with you and you always with me

    (written by John Denver)

  10. Some Days Are Diamonds (Some Days Are Stone)

    Some Days Are Diamonds (Some Days Are Stone)

    When you ask how I’ve been here without you, I like to say I’ve been fine, and I do.
    But we both know the truth is hard to come by. And if I told the truth, that’s not quite true.
    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone. Some times the hard times won’t leave me alone.
    Some times the cold winds blow a chill in my bones.
    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone.

    Now the face that I see in my mirror, more and more is a stranger to me.
    More and more I can see there’s a danger in becoming what I never thought I’d be.
    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone. Some times the hard times won’t leave me alone.
    Some times the cold winds blow a chill in my bones.
    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone.

    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone. Some times the hard times won’t leave me alone.
    Some times the cold winds blow a chill in my bones.
    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone.

    (written by Feller)

  11. The Cowboy and the Lady

    The Cowboy and the Lady

    In the airport lounge she sat, in a fancy feathered hat, the grandest lady I had ever seen.
    Outside the heavy rain had grounded all the planes, so I asked her if she’d like some company.
    In my rhinestone studded suit, my cowboy hat and boots, I must have been a sight for her to see.
    But she said, “Pull up a chair” as she fumbled with her hair, a more unlikely pair you’ll never see.
    I was Mogen Davis wine, she was Chablis ’59, but there we sat, the cowboy and the lady.
    She was evenings at the opera, and summers in Paree,
    I was Grand Ole Opry, Nashville, Tennessee.
    The cowboy and the lady, as different as could be,
    But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennessee.

    And somewhere in between her Harvey’s Bristol Cream
    and the beer I drank and the easy company,
    we somehow came together, for a night of stormy weather,
    now there’s a little bit of class in this old cowboy, there’s a little bit of cowboy in the lady.

    The cowboy and the lady, as different as could be,
    But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennessee.

    And somewhere in between her Harvey’s Bristol Cream
    and the beer I drank and the easy company,
    we somehow came together, for a night of stormy weather,
    now there’s a little bit of class in this old cowboy, there’s a little bit of cowboy in the lady.

    (written by Goldsboro)

  12. 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)

  13. 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)

  14. 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.

    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)

  15. Wild Montana Skies – Vocal Duet John Denver and Emmylou Harris

    Wild Montana Skies – Vocal Duet John Denver and Emmylou Harris

    He was born in the Bitteroot Valley in the early morning rain.
    Wild geese over the water, heading north and home again.
    Bringing a warm wind from the south, bringing the first taste of the spring.
    His mother took him to her breast, and softly she did sing:
    Oh Montana, give this child a home.
    Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own.
    Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes,
    give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana Skies.

    His mother died that summer and he never learned to cry.
    He never knew his father and he never did ask why.
    He never knew the answers that would make an easy way,
    but he learned to know the wilderness and to be a man that way.
    His mother’s brother took him in to his family and his home,
    gave him a hand that he could lean on and a strength to call his own.
    And he learned to be a farmer, and he learned to love the land,
    and he learned to read the seasons and he learned to make a stand.
    Oh Montana, give this child a home.
    Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own.
    Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes,
    give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana Skies.

    On the eve of his 21st birthday, he set out on his own.
    He was 30 years and running when he found his way back home.
    Riding a storm across the mountains and an aching in his heart,
    said he came to turn the pages and to make a brand new start.
    Now he never told a story of the time that he was gone.
    Some say he was a lawyer, some say he was a John.
    There was something in the city that he said he couldn’t breathe,
    there was something in the country that he said he couldn’t leave.
    Now some say he was crazy, some are glad he’s gone.
    Some of us will miss him and try to carry on,
    giving a voice to the forest, giving a voice to the dawn.
    Giving a voice to the wilderness and the land that he lived on.
    Oh Montana, give this child a home.
    Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own.
    Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes,
    give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana Skies.
    Oh Montana, give this child a home.
    Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own.
    Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes,
    give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana Skies.

    (written by John Denver)

  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.

    (written by John Denver)

  17. 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.

    (written by John Denver)

  18. Is It Love?

    Is It Love?

    I know how it feels to be head over heels, to be lost in true love and the light of the moon.
    When everything seems to be coming up roses, every word seems to be rhyming with June.
    And suddenly all of your dreams have come true, happiness lives in your heart.
    Then out of nowhere, one becomes two, and everything seems to be falling apart.
    Is it Love?  When your heart feels like it’s broken,
    Is it Love?  And you just can’t take anymore.
    Is it Love? When there’s nothing that’s left to be spoken.
    Is it Love?  And there’s nothing worth listening for.
    Is it Love? Oooooo…

    I know what it means to get caught up in dreams
    and in prayers that are answered with each passing day.
    When loving and laughter are birds of a feather, and sharing and caring, just simple ways.
    You know you’ll never be all alone, someone will always be near.
    Then you turn around and your best friend is gone,
    Oh, where do they go when they just disappear?
    Is it Love?  When your heart feels like it’s broken,
    Is it Love?  And you just can’t take anymore.
    Is it Love? When there’s nothing that’s left to be spoken.
    Is it Love?  And there’s nothing worth listening for.
    Is it Love? Oooooo…

    There’s no answer, there seems to be nothing to say, in your anger, would you even hear anyway.
    It was magic, but somehow you’ve broken the spell,
    it was heaven, but somehow it’s turned into hell.
    Is it Love?  When your heart feels like it’s broken,
    Is it Love?  And you just can’t take anymore.
    Is it Love? When you feel more than you could imagine.
    Is it Love  Now there’s nothing that’s worth living for.
    Is it Love? Oooooo… Is it Love?
    Is it Love? Another expression of love, you could be falling in love.
    I wanna be in love…. Oooooo…

    (written by John Denver)

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