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The Harbor Lights Concert

2002
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Side One
  1. Eagles And Horses

    Eagles And Horses

    Horses are creatures who worship the earth as they gallop on feet of ivory.
    Constrained by the wonder of dying and birth, the horses still run, they are free.
    My body is merely the shell of my soul but the flesh must be given its due.
    Like a pony that carries its rider back home, like an old friend that’s tried and been true.
    I had a vision of eagles and horses high on a ridge in a race with the wind.
    Going higher and higher and faster and faster, on eagles and horses, I’m flying again.

    Eagles inhabit the heavenly heights, they know neither limit nor bound.
    They’re the guardian angels of darkness and light, they see all and hear every sound.
    My spirit will never be broken or caught for the soul is a free-flying thing.
    Like an eagle that needs neither comfort nor thought to rise up on glorious wings.
    I had a vision of eagles and horses high on a ridge in a race with the wind.

    My body is merely the shell of my soul, but the flesh must be given its due.
    Like a pony that carries its master back home, like an old friend that’s tried and been true.
    My spirit will never be broken or caught for the soul is a free-flying thing.
    Like an eagle that needs neither comfort nor thought to rise up on glorious wings.
    I had a vision of eagles and horses high on a ridge in a race with the wind.

    (written by John Denver and Joe Henry)

  2. Children of the Universe

    Children of the Universe

    A heritage of vision
    Was given to us all
    To smell the roses fragrance
    To hear the songbirds call
    To watch the distant moonlight fill
    The coming of the tides
    To understand that life is more
    Than always choosing sides

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

    And dont you know the life that lives
    Within the silent hills
    Is just as rich and beautiful
    And just as unfulfilled
    As man with all his intellect
    His reason and his choice
    Oh, whos to say the nightingale
    Has any less a voice

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

    So palomino lie back down
    And dream yourself to sleep
    The hawk flies with the morning dove
    The lion with the sheep
    As far away as you may go
    Well never be apart
    Its in your dreams that you will know
    The seasons of the heart

    (written by John Denver)

  3. Rocky Mountain High

    Rocky Mountain High

    He was born in the summer of his 27th year, coming home to a place he’d never been before.
    He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again,
    you might say he found a key for every door.
    When he first came to the mountains, his life was far away on the road and hanging by a song.
    But the strings already broken and he doesn’t really care,
    it keeps changing fast, and it don’t last for long.

    And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
    The shadows from the starlight are softer than a lullaby.
    Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.

    He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below,
    he saw everything as far as you can see.
    And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun,
    and he lost a friend, but kept the memory.
    Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forest and the streams, seeking grace in every step he takes.
    His sight is turned inside himself, to try and understand
    the serenity of a clear blue mountain lake.

    And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
    You can talk to God and listen to the casual reply.
    Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.

    Now his life is full of wonder, but his heart still knows some fear,
    of a simple thing he can not comprehend.
    Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more,
    more people, more scars upon the land.

    And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
    I know he’d be a poor man if he never saw an eagle fly,
    Rocky Mountain high, the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
    Friends around the campfire and everybody’s high
    Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.
    Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.

    (written by John Denver and Mike Taylor)

     

  4. 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 Bill Danoff and Taffy Nivert)

  5. Druthers

    Druthers

    If I had my druthers I’d go fishing, find myself a lake and a lazy day.
    If I had my druthers I’d quit wishing, get off the old caboose get on my way.
    Give me whole lots of laughter, great big barrels of fun,
    night time full of romance, a daytime full of sun.

    If I had my druthers I’d go flying, looking for the things I’d like to see.
    If I had my druthers I’d be trying, trying, the only way to be what I can be.
    Give me somebody to love me, make me feel like the only one,
    something that’s worth doing, Lord, I feel good when it’s well done.

    If I had my druthers I’d go sailing, catch me camping out on the open sea.
    If I had my druthers I’d be singing, just how good this good life feels to me, feels so good.
    You just need someone to talk to, something you can share.
    You don’t need no reason for living, Lord, it’s already there, yes it is.
    Woooo, woooo, yeah.  Makes me giggle, can’t sit down.
    I’m going fishing.

    (written by John Denver)

  6. Today

    Today

    Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
    I’ll taste your strawberries, I’ll drink your sweet wine.
    A million tomorrow shall all pass away, ‘ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today.
    I’ll be a dandy and I’ll be a rover, you’ll know who I am by the songs that I sing.
    I’ll feast at your table, I’ll sleep in your clover, who cares what tomorrow shall bring?

    Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
    I’ll taste your strawberries, I’ll drink your sweet wine.
    A million tomorrow shall all pass away, ‘ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today.
    I can’t be contented with yesterday’s glory, I can’t live on promises winter to spring.
    Today is my moment, now is my story, I’ll laugh and I’ll cry and I’ll sing.

    Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
    I’ll taste your strawberries, I’ll drink your sweet wine.
    A million tomorrow shall all pass away, ‘ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today.

    (written by Randy Sparks)

  7. Wild Montana Skies

    Wild Montana Skies

    He was born in the Bitterroot Valley in the early morning rain
    Wild geese over the water headin north and home again
    Bringin a warm wind from the south
    Bringin 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 mothers brother took him in to 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 runnin when he found his way back home
    Ridin 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 somethin in the city that he said he couldnt breathe
    And there was somethin in the country that he said he couldnt leave

    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

    Now some say he was crazy and theyre glad that he is gone
    But some of us miss him and well 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)

  8. Intro to Darcy Farrow
  9. Darcy Farrow

    Darcy Farrow

    Where the walker runs down to the Carson Valley Plain
    There lived a maiden, Darcy Farrow was her name
    The daughter of old Dundee and a fair one was she
    The sweetest flower that bloomed oer the range

    Her voice was as sweet as the sugar candy
    Her touch was as soft as a bed of goose down
    Her eyes shone bright like the pretty lights
    That shone in the night out of Yerrington town

    She was courted by Young Vandamere
    A fine lad was he as I am to hear
    He gave her silver rings and lacy things
    And she promised to wed before the snows came that year

    But her pony did stumble and she did fall
    Her dyin touched the hearts of us one and all
    Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet through his brain
    And we buried them together as the snows began to fall

    They sing of Darcy Farrow where the Truckee runs through
    They sing of her beauty in Virginia City too
    At dusky sundown to her name they drink a round
    And to young Vandy whose love was true

    (written by Steve Gillette)

  10. El Paso

    El Paso

    Out in the West Texas town of El Paso I fell in love with a Mexican girl Nighttime would find me in Rosa’s cantina The music would play and Felina would whirl
    Black as the night were the eyes of Felina Wicked and evil while casting their spell My love was deep for this Mexican maiden I was in love but in vain I could tell
    One night a wild young cowboy came in As wild as the West Texas wind Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing With wicked Felina, the girl that I loved
    So in anger I challenged his right for the love of this maiden Down went his hand to the gun that he wore My challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor
    Just for a moment I stood there in silence Shocked by the foul evil deed I had done Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there I had but one chance, and that was to run
    Out through the back door of Rosa’s I ran Out where the horses were tied I found a good one, it looked like it could run Upon his back and away I did ride just as fast as I could
    From the West Texas town of El Paso Out to the badlands of New Mexico
    Back in El Paso my life would be worthless Everything’s gone in life, nothing is left But it’s been so long since I’ve seen my young maiden My love is stronger than my fear of death
    I saddled up and away I did go Riding alone in the dark Maybe tomorrow a bullet will find me Tonight nothing’s worse than this pain in my heart
    And at last here I am on a hill overlooking El Paso I can see Rosa’s cantina below My love is strong and it pushes me onward Down off the hill to Felina I go
    Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys Off to my left ride a dozen or more Shouting and shooting, I can’t let them catch me I have to make it to Rosa’s back door
    Something is dreadfully wrong, for I feel A deep burning pain in my side Though I am trying to stay in this saddle I’m growing weary, unable to ride
    But my love for Felina is strong though I rise where I’ve fallen Though I am weary, I can’t stop to rest I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle I feel the bullet go deep in my chest
    From out of nowhere Felina has found me Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side Cradled by two loving arms that I’ll die for One little kiss, and Felina goodbye

    (written by Marty Robbins)

  11. Whispering Jesse

    Whispering Jesse

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver)

  12. Me And My Uncle

    Me And My Uncle

    Me and my uncle went a’ridin’ down
    from Colorado, West Texas bound
    We stopped over in Santa Fe
    The part of being about half way.
    Besides it was the hottest part of the day.

    We led our ponies into a stall.
    Went to a bar, boys.
    Bought drinks for all.
    Two days in the saddle, my body hurt,
    and being summer, took off my shirt,
    and tried to wash off some of that dusty dirt.

    West Texas cowboys, all over town,
    with gold and silver, they’re loaded down.
    Just in for round up
    You know it seemed a shame
    And so my uncle starts a friendly game
    High-low jack, the winner takes the game.

    From the beginning my uncle started to win.
    Them Texas cowboys they was mad as sin.
    Some said “he’s cheatin’!”
    Ah, but that can’t be, because my uncle, well, he’s as honest as me.
    I’m about as honest as a Denver man can be.

    One of them cowboys, you know he started to draw.
    I grabbed a bottle, slapped him on the jaw.
    I had to shoot another, now he won’t grow old
    In the confusion my uncle grabbed the gold.
    We hightailed it down to Mexico,
    Mexico, way down to Mexico.

    God bless cowboys
    God bless gold
    God bless my uncle, God rest his soul
    He taught me well, boys
    He taught me all I know
    Taught me so that I grabbed the gold
    left him lying there by the side of the road.

    (written by John Phillips)

  13. Intro Band and Fox Fire Suite
  14. Fox Fire Suite

    Fox Fire Suite

    Spring Is Alive

    Spring is alive
    In Carolina
    Deep in the forest
    Where the foxfire glows
    High on a mountain
    Down in a holler
    Thunder and lightning
    So it goes

    Over a hundred years ago
    We came to Carolina
    Far across the water
    Its a long hard road

    With little more than courage
    We came seeking independence
    A little less than nothin
    Is a heavy load

    From the heather of the highlands
    We have found the Smokie Mountains
    Hard work and simple ways
    And life is good
    life is good

    Spring is alive
    In Carolina
    Deep in the forest
    Where the foxfire glows
    High on a mountain
    Down in a holler
    Thunder and lightning
    So it goes

    You Are

    You are every morning sunrise
    You are every rain
    You are every peal of laughter
    You are every cry of pain

    You are all the summer flowers
    You are all the falling leaves
    You are everyone rejoicing
    You are everyone who greaves

    You are all my unknown secrets
    You are all my hidden fears
    You are known in lovers kisses
    You are seen in childhood tears
    You are where the stars are shining
    You are where the rainbow ends
    You are why the war is over
    You are how the peace begins

    Whisper the Wind

    Whisper the wind over the water
    Whisper the wind all through the night
    Whisper the wind along the canyon
    Whisper the wind into the night

    Whisper the wind Brothers and sisters
    Whisper the wind all the same
    Whisper the wind love one another
    Whisper the wind your precious name

    Spring Is Alive (Reprise)

    Spring is alive
    In Carolina
    Deep in the forest
    Where the foxfire glows
    High on a mountain
    Down in a holler
    Thunder and lightning
    So it goes

    Over a hundred years ago
    We came to Carolina
    Far across the water
    Its a long hard road

    With little more than courage
    We came seeking independence
    A little less than nothin
    Is a heavy load

    From the heather of the highlands
    We have found the Smokie Mountains
    Hard work and simple ways
    And life is good
    life is good

    Spring is alive
    In Carolina
    Deep in the forest
    Where the foxfire glows
    High on a mountain
    Down in a holler
    Thunder and lightning
    So it goes

    (written by John Denver)

  15. Amazon

    Amazon

    There is a river that runs from the mountains, that one river is all rivers, all rivers are that one. There is a tree that
    stands in the forest, that one tree is all forests, all trees are that one.
    There is a flower that blooms in the desert, that one blossom is all flowers,
    all flowers are that one.
    It is the song of life, it is the flower of faith, it is the tree of temptation it is the river of no regret.

    There is a child that cries in the ghetto, that one child is all children, all children are that one. There is a vision that
    shines in the darkness, that one vision is all of our dreams,
    all of our dreams are that one.
    It is a vision of heaven, it is a child of promise, it is the song of life, it is the river of no regret.

    Let this be a voice for the mountains, let this be a voice for the river,
    let this be a voice for the forest, let this be a voice for the flowers,
    let this be a voice for the ocean, let this be a voice for the desert,
    let this be a voice for the children, let this be a voice for the dreamers,
    let this be a voice of no regret, no regret.

    (written by John Denver)

Side Two
  1. 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

    (written by John Denver, Taffy Nivert and Bill Danoff)

     

  2. 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)

  3. Grandma’s Feather Bed

    Grandma’s Feather Bed

    When I was a little bitty boy, just up off a floor,
    we used to go down to Grandma’s house every month end or so.
    We’d have chicken pie and country ham, homemade butter on the bread.
    But the best darn thing about Grandma’s house was her great big feather bed.
    It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
    It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

    After supper we’d sit around the fire, the old folks would spit and chew.
    Pa would talk about the farm and the war, and Granny’d sing a ballad or two.
    I’d sit and listen and watch the fire till the cobwebs filled my head,
    next thing I’d know I’d wake up in the morning
    in the middle of the old feather bed.

    It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
    It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

    Well I love my Ma, I love my Pa, I love Granny and Grandpa too.
    I been fishing with my uncle, I ras’led with my cousin, I even kissed Aunt Lou, ewwww!
    But if I ever had to make a choice, I guess it oughta be said
    that I’d trade ’em all plus the gal down the road for Grandma’s feather bed.
    I’d trade ’em all plus the gal down the road…
    I’ll have to reconsider ’bout the gal down the road…

    It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
    It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

    (written by Jim Connor)

  4. Spanish Pipe Dream

    Spanish Pipe Dream

    She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol
    And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
    Well she pressed her chest against me
    About the time the juke box broke
    Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck
    And these are the words she spoke

    Blow up your T.V. throw away your paper
    Go to the country, build you a home
    Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
    Try an find Jesus on your own

    Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
    For I knew that topless lady she had something up her sleeve
    Well, she danced around the room awhile and she did the hoochy-coo
    Yeah she sang her song all night long, tellin’ me what to do

    Well, I was young and hungry and about to leave that place
    When just as I was leavin’, well she looked me in the face
    I said “You must know the answer.”
    “She said, “No but I’ll give it a try.”
    And to this very day we’ve been livin’ our way
    And here is the reason why

    We blew up our T.V. threw away our paper
    Went to the country, built us a home
    Had a lot of children, fed ’em on peaches
    They all found Jesus on their own

    (written by John Prine)

  5. Dreamland Express

    Dreamland Express

    I caught a ride on the Dreamland Express last night
    I was sailing on an ocean of blue
    And right there by my side, much to my surprise, was you

    I said, come on over baby, let me look in your eyes
    Let me see the very heart of you
    And I couldnt believe it, or conceive that my dream would come true

    Cause you said, hey there sweet daddy, everything is alright
    You know for miles theres not a telephone line
    Theres not a soul to disturb us
    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 dream of baby
    Let me be the one that you love, oh, oh
    Let me be the one that you love

    But now its four in the mornin, I cant sleep
    I cant get you out of my mind
    I keep tossin and turnin, Im yearnin for the sun to shine

    Id like to send you a ticket on the Dreamland Express
    And take you far away with me
    Ive got a vision of heaven, you livin there with me

    Let me be the end of your rainbow
    Let me be the stars up above
    Let me be the one that you dream of baby
    Let me be the one that you love, oh, oh
    Let me be the one that you love

    Llet me be the end of your rainbow
    Let me be the stars up above
    Let me be the one that you dream of baby
    Let me be the one that you love, oh, oh
    Let me be the one that you love

    (written by John Denver)

  6. 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)

  7. Intro to Shanghai Breezes
  8. 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)

  9. For You

    For You

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

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

    (written by John Denver)

  10. Intro to Kissing You Goodbye
  11. Kissing You Goodbye

    Kissing You Goodbye

    Oh, at first it was just like heaven in your heart and in your arms And paradise discovered in the sweetness of your charms Yes, and every day a miracle to awake and be with you And every night in your embrace another dream come true
    Oh, but castles sometimes crumble, some rivers still run dry And fairy tales are witches tales when the truth becomes a lie And a pocket full of promises won’t buy a diamond ring And every word you said to me just didn’t mean a thing
    It’s over now, you’ve gone too far I can’t take anymore Be careful now, don’t hurt yourself when you walk through the door I can hardly stand to look at you it makes me want to cry Get your tongue out of my mouth because I’m kissing you goodbye
    Oh, I suppose I’ll never know why things turned out this way And why the one you love the most is the one you drove away? Yes, and I suppose I’ll never, ever really understand How I could think that you’d make me a happy married man
    So now I sit and contemplate the reason for it all The climb to heights of ecstasy, the failure and the fall If a broken heart is purposeful it’s in the lesson learned But no matter what the reason is it hurts when you get burned
    Now I don’t care, I don’t think I’ll ever love again Kemosabe used to mean “a good and trusted friend” But now it stands for therapy and all the tears I cry Get your tongue out of my mouth because I’m kissing you goodbye Bye, bye goodbye Get your tongue out of my mouth because I’m kissing you goodbye

     

    (written by John Denver)

     

  12. 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)

  13. 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)

Side One
  1. Eagles And Horses

    Eagles And Horses

    Horses are creatures who worship the earth as they gallop on feet of ivory.
    Constrained by the wonder of dying and birth, the horses still run, they are free.
    My body is merely the shell of my soul but the flesh must be given its due.
    Like a pony that carries its rider back home, like an old friend that’s tried and been true.
    I had a vision of eagles and horses high on a ridge in a race with the wind.
    Going higher and higher and faster and faster, on eagles and horses, I’m flying again.

    Eagles inhabit the heavenly heights, they know neither limit nor bound.
    They’re the guardian angels of darkness and light, they see all and hear every sound.
    My spirit will never be broken or caught for the soul is a free-flying thing.
    Like an eagle that needs neither comfort nor thought to rise up on glorious wings.
    I had a vision of eagles and horses high on a ridge in a race with the wind.

    My body is merely the shell of my soul, but the flesh must be given its due.
    Like a pony that carries its master back home, like an old friend that’s tried and been true.
    My spirit will never be broken or caught for the soul is a free-flying thing.
    Like an eagle that needs neither comfort nor thought to rise up on glorious wings.
    I had a vision of eagles and horses high on a ridge in a race with the wind.

    (written by John Denver and Joe Henry)

  2. Children of the Universe

    Children of the Universe

    A heritage of vision
    Was given to us all
    To smell the roses fragrance
    To hear the songbirds call
    To watch the distant moonlight fill
    The coming of the tides
    To understand that life is more
    Than always choosing sides

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

    And dont you know the life that lives
    Within the silent hills
    Is just as rich and beautiful
    And just as unfulfilled
    As man with all his intellect
    His reason and his choice
    Oh, whos to say the nightingale
    Has any less a voice

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

    So palomino lie back down
    And dream yourself to sleep
    The hawk flies with the morning dove
    The lion with the sheep
    As far away as you may go
    Well never be apart
    Its in your dreams that you will know
    The seasons of the heart

    (written by John Denver)

  3. Rocky Mountain High

    Rocky Mountain High

    He was born in the summer of his 27th year, coming home to a place he’d never been before.
    He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again,
    you might say he found a key for every door.
    When he first came to the mountains, his life was far away on the road and hanging by a song.
    But the strings already broken and he doesn’t really care,
    it keeps changing fast, and it don’t last for long.

    And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
    The shadows from the starlight are softer than a lullaby.
    Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.

    He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below,
    he saw everything as far as you can see.
    And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun,
    and he lost a friend, but kept the memory.
    Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forest and the streams, seeking grace in every step he takes.
    His sight is turned inside himself, to try and understand
    the serenity of a clear blue mountain lake.

    And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
    You can talk to God and listen to the casual reply.
    Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.

    Now his life is full of wonder, but his heart still knows some fear,
    of a simple thing he can not comprehend.
    Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more,
    more people, more scars upon the land.

    And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
    I know he’d be a poor man if he never saw an eagle fly,
    Rocky Mountain high, the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
    Friends around the campfire and everybody’s high
    Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.
    Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.

    (written by John Denver and Mike Taylor)

     

  4. 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 Bill Danoff and Taffy Nivert)

  5. Druthers

    Druthers

    If I had my druthers I’d go fishing, find myself a lake and a lazy day.
    If I had my druthers I’d quit wishing, get off the old caboose get on my way.
    Give me whole lots of laughter, great big barrels of fun,
    night time full of romance, a daytime full of sun.

    If I had my druthers I’d go flying, looking for the things I’d like to see.
    If I had my druthers I’d be trying, trying, the only way to be what I can be.
    Give me somebody to love me, make me feel like the only one,
    something that’s worth doing, Lord, I feel good when it’s well done.

    If I had my druthers I’d go sailing, catch me camping out on the open sea.
    If I had my druthers I’d be singing, just how good this good life feels to me, feels so good.
    You just need someone to talk to, something you can share.
    You don’t need no reason for living, Lord, it’s already there, yes it is.
    Woooo, woooo, yeah.  Makes me giggle, can’t sit down.
    I’m going fishing.

    (written by John Denver)

  6. Today

    Today

    Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
    I’ll taste your strawberries, I’ll drink your sweet wine.
    A million tomorrow shall all pass away, ‘ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today.
    I’ll be a dandy and I’ll be a rover, you’ll know who I am by the songs that I sing.
    I’ll feast at your table, I’ll sleep in your clover, who cares what tomorrow shall bring?

    Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
    I’ll taste your strawberries, I’ll drink your sweet wine.
    A million tomorrow shall all pass away, ‘ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today.
    I can’t be contented with yesterday’s glory, I can’t live on promises winter to spring.
    Today is my moment, now is my story, I’ll laugh and I’ll cry and I’ll sing.

    Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
    I’ll taste your strawberries, I’ll drink your sweet wine.
    A million tomorrow shall all pass away, ‘ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today.

    (written by Randy Sparks)

  7. Wild Montana Skies

    Wild Montana Skies

    He was born in the Bitterroot Valley in the early morning rain
    Wild geese over the water headin north and home again
    Bringin a warm wind from the south
    Bringin 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 mothers brother took him in to 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 runnin when he found his way back home
    Ridin 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 somethin in the city that he said he couldnt breathe
    And there was somethin in the country that he said he couldnt leave

    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

    Now some say he was crazy and theyre glad that he is gone
    But some of us miss him and well 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)

  8. Intro to Darcy Farrow
  9. Darcy Farrow

    Darcy Farrow

    Where the walker runs down to the Carson Valley Plain
    There lived a maiden, Darcy Farrow was her name
    The daughter of old Dundee and a fair one was she
    The sweetest flower that bloomed oer the range

    Her voice was as sweet as the sugar candy
    Her touch was as soft as a bed of goose down
    Her eyes shone bright like the pretty lights
    That shone in the night out of Yerrington town

    She was courted by Young Vandamere
    A fine lad was he as I am to hear
    He gave her silver rings and lacy things
    And she promised to wed before the snows came that year

    But her pony did stumble and she did fall
    Her dyin touched the hearts of us one and all
    Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet through his brain
    And we buried them together as the snows began to fall

    They sing of Darcy Farrow where the Truckee runs through
    They sing of her beauty in Virginia City too
    At dusky sundown to her name they drink a round
    And to young Vandy whose love was true

    (written by Steve Gillette)

  10. El Paso

    El Paso

    Out in the West Texas town of El Paso I fell in love with a Mexican girl Nighttime would find me in Rosa’s cantina The music would play and Felina would whirl
    Black as the night were the eyes of Felina Wicked and evil while casting their spell My love was deep for this Mexican maiden I was in love but in vain I could tell
    One night a wild young cowboy came in As wild as the West Texas wind Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing With wicked Felina, the girl that I loved
    So in anger I challenged his right for the love of this maiden Down went his hand to the gun that he wore My challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor
    Just for a moment I stood there in silence Shocked by the foul evil deed I had done Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there I had but one chance, and that was to run
    Out through the back door of Rosa’s I ran Out where the horses were tied I found a good one, it looked like it could run Upon his back and away I did ride just as fast as I could
    From the West Texas town of El Paso Out to the badlands of New Mexico
    Back in El Paso my life would be worthless Everything’s gone in life, nothing is left But it’s been so long since I’ve seen my young maiden My love is stronger than my fear of death
    I saddled up and away I did go Riding alone in the dark Maybe tomorrow a bullet will find me Tonight nothing’s worse than this pain in my heart
    And at last here I am on a hill overlooking El Paso I can see Rosa’s cantina below My love is strong and it pushes me onward Down off the hill to Felina I go
    Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys Off to my left ride a dozen or more Shouting and shooting, I can’t let them catch me I have to make it to Rosa’s back door
    Something is dreadfully wrong, for I feel A deep burning pain in my side Though I am trying to stay in this saddle I’m growing weary, unable to ride
    But my love for Felina is strong though I rise where I’ve fallen Though I am weary, I can’t stop to rest I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle I feel the bullet go deep in my chest
    From out of nowhere Felina has found me Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side Cradled by two loving arms that I’ll die for One little kiss, and Felina goodbye

    (written by Marty Robbins)

  11. Whispering Jesse

    Whispering Jesse

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver)

  12. Me And My Uncle

    Me And My Uncle

    Me and my uncle went a’ridin’ down
    from Colorado, West Texas bound
    We stopped over in Santa Fe
    The part of being about half way.
    Besides it was the hottest part of the day.

    We led our ponies into a stall.
    Went to a bar, boys.
    Bought drinks for all.
    Two days in the saddle, my body hurt,
    and being summer, took off my shirt,
    and tried to wash off some of that dusty dirt.

    West Texas cowboys, all over town,
    with gold and silver, they’re loaded down.
    Just in for round up
    You know it seemed a shame
    And so my uncle starts a friendly game
    High-low jack, the winner takes the game.

    From the beginning my uncle started to win.
    Them Texas cowboys they was mad as sin.
    Some said “he’s cheatin’!”
    Ah, but that can’t be, because my uncle, well, he’s as honest as me.
    I’m about as honest as a Denver man can be.

    One of them cowboys, you know he started to draw.
    I grabbed a bottle, slapped him on the jaw.
    I had to shoot another, now he won’t grow old
    In the confusion my uncle grabbed the gold.
    We hightailed it down to Mexico,
    Mexico, way down to Mexico.

    God bless cowboys
    God bless gold
    God bless my uncle, God rest his soul
    He taught me well, boys
    He taught me all I know
    Taught me so that I grabbed the gold
    left him lying there by the side of the road.

    (written by John Phillips)

  13. Intro Band and Fox Fire Suite
  14. Fox Fire Suite

    Fox Fire Suite

    Spring Is Alive

    Spring is alive
    In Carolina
    Deep in the forest
    Where the foxfire glows
    High on a mountain
    Down in a holler
    Thunder and lightning
    So it goes

    Over a hundred years ago
    We came to Carolina
    Far across the water
    Its a long hard road

    With little more than courage
    We came seeking independence
    A little less than nothin
    Is a heavy load

    From the heather of the highlands
    We have found the Smokie Mountains
    Hard work and simple ways
    And life is good
    life is good

    Spring is alive
    In Carolina
    Deep in the forest
    Where the foxfire glows
    High on a mountain
    Down in a holler
    Thunder and lightning
    So it goes

    You Are

    You are every morning sunrise
    You are every rain
    You are every peal of laughter
    You are every cry of pain

    You are all the summer flowers
    You are all the falling leaves
    You are everyone rejoicing
    You are everyone who greaves

    You are all my unknown secrets
    You are all my hidden fears
    You are known in lovers kisses
    You are seen in childhood tears
    You are where the stars are shining
    You are where the rainbow ends
    You are why the war is over
    You are how the peace begins

    Whisper the Wind

    Whisper the wind over the water
    Whisper the wind all through the night
    Whisper the wind along the canyon
    Whisper the wind into the night

    Whisper the wind Brothers and sisters
    Whisper the wind all the same
    Whisper the wind love one another
    Whisper the wind your precious name

    Spring Is Alive (Reprise)

    Spring is alive
    In Carolina
    Deep in the forest
    Where the foxfire glows
    High on a mountain
    Down in a holler
    Thunder and lightning
    So it goes

    Over a hundred years ago
    We came to Carolina
    Far across the water
    Its a long hard road

    With little more than courage
    We came seeking independence
    A little less than nothin
    Is a heavy load

    From the heather of the highlands
    We have found the Smokie Mountains
    Hard work and simple ways
    And life is good
    life is good

    Spring is alive
    In Carolina
    Deep in the forest
    Where the foxfire glows
    High on a mountain
    Down in a holler
    Thunder and lightning
    So it goes

    (written by John Denver)

  15. Amazon

    Amazon

    There is a river that runs from the mountains, that one river is all rivers, all rivers are that one. There is a tree that
    stands in the forest, that one tree is all forests, all trees are that one.
    There is a flower that blooms in the desert, that one blossom is all flowers,
    all flowers are that one.
    It is the song of life, it is the flower of faith, it is the tree of temptation it is the river of no regret.

    There is a child that cries in the ghetto, that one child is all children, all children are that one. There is a vision that
    shines in the darkness, that one vision is all of our dreams,
    all of our dreams are that one.
    It is a vision of heaven, it is a child of promise, it is the song of life, it is the river of no regret.

    Let this be a voice for the mountains, let this be a voice for the river,
    let this be a voice for the forest, let this be a voice for the flowers,
    let this be a voice for the ocean, let this be a voice for the desert,
    let this be a voice for the children, let this be a voice for the dreamers,
    let this be a voice of no regret, no regret.

    (written by John Denver)

Side Two
  1. 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

    (written by John Denver, Taffy Nivert and Bill Danoff)

     

  2. 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)

  3. Grandma’s Feather Bed

    Grandma’s Feather Bed

    When I was a little bitty boy, just up off a floor,
    we used to go down to Grandma’s house every month end or so.
    We’d have chicken pie and country ham, homemade butter on the bread.
    But the best darn thing about Grandma’s house was her great big feather bed.
    It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
    It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

    After supper we’d sit around the fire, the old folks would spit and chew.
    Pa would talk about the farm and the war, and Granny’d sing a ballad or two.
    I’d sit and listen and watch the fire till the cobwebs filled my head,
    next thing I’d know I’d wake up in the morning
    in the middle of the old feather bed.

    It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
    It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

    Well I love my Ma, I love my Pa, I love Granny and Grandpa too.
    I been fishing with my uncle, I ras’led with my cousin, I even kissed Aunt Lou, ewwww!
    But if I ever had to make a choice, I guess it oughta be said
    that I’d trade ’em all plus the gal down the road for Grandma’s feather bed.
    I’d trade ’em all plus the gal down the road…
    I’ll have to reconsider ’bout the gal down the road…

    It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
    It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

    (written by Jim Connor)

  4. Spanish Pipe Dream

    Spanish Pipe Dream

    She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol
    And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
    Well she pressed her chest against me
    About the time the juke box broke
    Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck
    And these are the words she spoke

    Blow up your T.V. throw away your paper
    Go to the country, build you a home
    Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
    Try an find Jesus on your own

    Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
    For I knew that topless lady she had something up her sleeve
    Well, she danced around the room awhile and she did the hoochy-coo
    Yeah she sang her song all night long, tellin’ me what to do

    Well, I was young and hungry and about to leave that place
    When just as I was leavin’, well she looked me in the face
    I said “You must know the answer.”
    “She said, “No but I’ll give it a try.”
    And to this very day we’ve been livin’ our way
    And here is the reason why

    We blew up our T.V. threw away our paper
    Went to the country, built us a home
    Had a lot of children, fed ’em on peaches
    They all found Jesus on their own

    (written by John Prine)

  5. Dreamland Express

    Dreamland Express

    I caught a ride on the Dreamland Express last night
    I was sailing on an ocean of blue
    And right there by my side, much to my surprise, was you

    I said, come on over baby, let me look in your eyes
    Let me see the very heart of you
    And I couldnt believe it, or conceive that my dream would come true

    Cause you said, hey there sweet daddy, everything is alright
    You know for miles theres not a telephone line
    Theres not a soul to disturb us
    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 dream of baby
    Let me be the one that you love, oh, oh
    Let me be the one that you love

    But now its four in the mornin, I cant sleep
    I cant get you out of my mind
    I keep tossin and turnin, Im yearnin for the sun to shine

    Id like to send you a ticket on the Dreamland Express
    And take you far away with me
    Ive got a vision of heaven, you livin there with me

    Let me be the end of your rainbow
    Let me be the stars up above
    Let me be the one that you dream of baby
    Let me be the one that you love, oh, oh
    Let me be the one that you love

    Llet me be the end of your rainbow
    Let me be the stars up above
    Let me be the one that you dream of baby
    Let me be the one that you love, oh, oh
    Let me be the one that you love

    (written by John Denver)

  6. 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)

  7. Intro to Shanghai Breezes
  8. 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)

  9. For You

    For You

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

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

    (written by John Denver)

  10. Intro to Kissing You Goodbye
  11. Kissing You Goodbye

    Kissing You Goodbye

    Oh, at first it was just like heaven in your heart and in your arms And paradise discovered in the sweetness of your charms Yes, and every day a miracle to awake and be with you And every night in your embrace another dream come true
    Oh, but castles sometimes crumble, some rivers still run dry And fairy tales are witches tales when the truth becomes a lie And a pocket full of promises won’t buy a diamond ring And every word you said to me just didn’t mean a thing
    It’s over now, you’ve gone too far I can’t take anymore Be careful now, don’t hurt yourself when you walk through the door I can hardly stand to look at you it makes me want to cry Get your tongue out of my mouth because I’m kissing you goodbye
    Oh, I suppose I’ll never know why things turned out this way And why the one you love the most is the one you drove away? Yes, and I suppose I’ll never, ever really understand How I could think that you’d make me a happy married man
    So now I sit and contemplate the reason for it all The climb to heights of ecstasy, the failure and the fall If a broken heart is purposeful it’s in the lesson learned But no matter what the reason is it hurts when you get burned
    Now I don’t care, I don’t think I’ll ever love again Kemosabe used to mean “a good and trusted friend” But now it stands for therapy and all the tears I cry Get your tongue out of my mouth because I’m kissing you goodbye Bye, bye goodbye Get your tongue out of my mouth because I’m kissing you goodbye

     

    (written by John Denver)

     

  12. 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)

  13. 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)

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