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Windsong

November 1975
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Side One
  1. Windsong

    Windsong

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

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

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver and Joe Henry)

  2. Cowboy’s Delight

    Cowboy’s Delight

    Sing songs of the sunrise into the night, the stars as your timepiece, make it all right.
    Make friends with the darkness, talk to the moon. When the light lifts, you can let out a tune.

    I’ve been to the mountains, climbed through the sky.
    Shouldered their whiteness, watched their gold fly.
    Shared in their treasures, shook at their might. Spoke softly of wonders, cowboy’s delight.

    Sing songs of the sunrise into the night, A song of the mountain, cowboy’s delight.
    The stars as your timepiece will make it all right, Sing songs of the mountains, cowboy’s delight.

    (written by Carpenter/Holster)

  3. Spirit

    Spirit

    His spirit joined as so was formed ten thousand years ago.
    Between the swan and Hercules where even dark clouds glow.
    To live with grace, to ride the swell, to yet be strong of will.
    To love the wind, to learn its song, an empty space to fill.
    Apollo taught me to rhyme, Orpheus taught me to play.
    Andromeda cast down her sign and Vega lights my way.

    Smoke rings in a galaxy, an endless flight through time.
    Lyra gave her harp to him and left him free to climb.
    A winter’s journey from the moon to reach the summer sun.
    To rise again, to sing for you a song that’s yet unsung.
    Apollo taught me to rhyme, Orpheus taught me to play.
    Andromeda cast down her sign and Vega lights my way.

    His spirit joined as so was formed ten thousand years ago.
    Between the swan and Hercules where even dark clouds glow.
    To live with grace, to ride the swell, to yet be strong of will.
    To love the wind, to learn its song, an empty space to fill.

    (written by Denver/Henry)

  4. 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)

  5. Shipmates And Cheyenne

    Shipmates And Cheyenne

    Shipmates and cheyenne, raindrops and crying haunt the dreams of an old, old man.
    Candles and church bells, laughter and farewells revolve in his thoughts like the wind.
    Stallions and blizzards, steelies and lizards drift in the meadows of time.
    No sense of progression, of age and direction, no meter, no form, no rhyme.
    I’ll hold me one, just one rising sun long after daylight is gone.
    I’ll hold me one, one more rising sun till my daylight and darkness is done.

    Kingdoms and cupboards, losers and lovers and evenings of blackberry wine.
    Falling like sand, the memory of hands and kisses, and whispers and sighs.
    I’ll hold me one, just one rising sun long after daylight is gone.
    I’ll hold me one, one more rising sun till my daylight and darkness is done.

    (written by Denver/Henry)

  6. Late Nite Radio

    Late Nite Radio

    There’s lonely hearts in Arkansas, there’s truckers in Des Moines
    all there to keep me company in the early morn.
    A world unknown to daytime is forever going on
    the airways of the nation between midnight and the dawn.
    Late nite radio, take it everywhere I go. My best friend when I’m lonely is my late nite radio.

    Well I turn the dial, a little bit past one-o-one point two
    in time to catch the news and see who’s shooting who.
    Then I hunt around for old songs, they’re so good to hear again.
    To think of how it was, imagine how it might have been.
    Late nite radio, take it everywhere I go. My best friend when I’m lonely is my late nite radio.
    La la la, I sing along ’cause I never know the words.
    La la la la la la la la la, I’d love to call a talk show but I haven’t got the nerve.
    La la la, oh oh oh, radio.

    The Lord is still my shepherd but these preachers got to go.
    This time of night my interest lies in UFO’s.
    So I turn the dial a little past fifty-six point three to find myself a lullaby to rock me off to sleep.
    Late nite radio, take it everywhere I go. My best friend when I’m lonely is my late nite radio.
    Late nite radio, take it everywhere I go. My best friend when I’m lonely is my late nite radio.

    (written by Danoff/Danoff)

Side Two
  1. Love Is Everywhere

    Love Is Everywhere

    Love is everywhere, I can see it, you are all that you can be, go on and be it.
    Life is perfect, I believe it, come and play the game with me.
    Open yourself to the first celebration, open your eyes to the joy and pain.
    Life is the fruit of your own creation, every new birth is a soul regained.

    Love is everywhere, I see it, you are all that you can be, go on and be it.
    Life is perfect, I believe it, come and play the game with me.
    Drinking my life from a silver fountain, sweet water running to the cold salt sea.
    Old man moon on white-top mountain, sound of the wind singing dreams for me.

    Love is everywhere, I see it, you are all that you can be, go on and be it.
    Life is perfect, I believe it, come and play the game with me
    Follow your heart like a flying stallion, race with the sun to the edge of the night.
    Form your truth like a gold medallion, dance in the circle of the love and the light.

    Love is everywhere, I see it, you are all that you can be, go on and be it.
    Life is perfect, I believe it, come and play the game with me.
    Love is everywhere, I see it, you are all that you can be, go on and be it.
    Life is perfect, I believe it, come and play the game with me.

    (written by Sommers/Denver/Henry/Weisberg)

  2. Two Shots

    Two Shots

    I took two shots, got no ducks, and cold, cold hands.
    Last night while I was out drinking, trying to have a good time.
    The lady with whom I was speaking thought I was feeding her some old line.
    When I spoke of a cold winter’s morning, a duck blind and a river of gray.
    The sound of the snow softly falling when I thought I heard somebody say,
    I took two shots, got no ducks, and cold, cold hands.

    I could tell by the gaze of my comrades that I was the one who had spoke.
    Their eyes held a message of patience, the thrill of the hunt and of hope.
    But when I spoke again, how they listened for the wisdom of what I might say,
    if the good Lord had meant us to shoot one he’d surely send more ducks our way.
    I took two shots, got no ducks, and cold, cold hands.

    Well the lady with whom I was speaking, she laughed lightly and she wandered away.
    My heart, like the snow in my story fell silent, I’d hoped she would stay.
    It’s so nice to talk to somebody, to find someone who’s willing to share.
    I know that this life is worth living but sometimes it just isn’t fair,
    I took two shots, got no ducks, and cold, cold hands,
    I took two shots, got no ducks, and cold, cold hands.

    (written by John Denver)

  3. 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)

  4. 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)

  5. 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)

  6. Song Of Wyoming

    Song Of Wyoming

    I’m weary and tired, I’ve done my day’s riding, nighttime is rolling my way.
    The sky’s all on fire and light’s slowly fading, peaceful and still ends the day.
    Out on the trail, night birds are calling, singing their wild melody.
    Down in the canyon, cottonwood whispers a song of Wyoming for me.

    Well I’ve wandered around the town and the city, tried to figure the how and the why.
    I stopped all my scheming, I’m just drifting and dreaming, watching the river roll by.
    Here comes that big old prairie moon rising, shining down bright as can be.
    Up on the hill there’s a coyote singing a song of Wyoming for me.

    Now it’s whiskey and tobacco and bitter black coffee, a lonesome old dogie am I.
    But waking up on the range, Lord, I feel like an angel, Feel like I almost could fly.
    Drift like a cloud out over the badlands, sing like a bird in the tree.
    The wind in the sage sounds like heaven singing a song of Wyoming for me.
    A song of Wyoming for me.

    (written by John Denver)

Side One
  1. Windsong

    Windsong

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

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

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver and Joe Henry)

  2. Cowboy’s Delight

    Cowboy’s Delight

    Sing songs of the sunrise into the night, the stars as your timepiece, make it all right.
    Make friends with the darkness, talk to the moon. When the light lifts, you can let out a tune.

    I’ve been to the mountains, climbed through the sky.
    Shouldered their whiteness, watched their gold fly.
    Shared in their treasures, shook at their might. Spoke softly of wonders, cowboy’s delight.

    Sing songs of the sunrise into the night, A song of the mountain, cowboy’s delight.
    The stars as your timepiece will make it all right, Sing songs of the mountains, cowboy’s delight.

    (written by Carpenter/Holster)

  3. Spirit

    Spirit

    His spirit joined as so was formed ten thousand years ago.
    Between the swan and Hercules where even dark clouds glow.
    To live with grace, to ride the swell, to yet be strong of will.
    To love the wind, to learn its song, an empty space to fill.
    Apollo taught me to rhyme, Orpheus taught me to play.
    Andromeda cast down her sign and Vega lights my way.

    Smoke rings in a galaxy, an endless flight through time.
    Lyra gave her harp to him and left him free to climb.
    A winter’s journey from the moon to reach the summer sun.
    To rise again, to sing for you a song that’s yet unsung.
    Apollo taught me to rhyme, Orpheus taught me to play.
    Andromeda cast down her sign and Vega lights my way.

    His spirit joined as so was formed ten thousand years ago.
    Between the swan and Hercules where even dark clouds glow.
    To live with grace, to ride the swell, to yet be strong of will.
    To love the wind, to learn its song, an empty space to fill.

    (written by Denver/Henry)

  4. 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)

  5. Shipmates And Cheyenne

    Shipmates And Cheyenne

    Shipmates and cheyenne, raindrops and crying haunt the dreams of an old, old man.
    Candles and church bells, laughter and farewells revolve in his thoughts like the wind.
    Stallions and blizzards, steelies and lizards drift in the meadows of time.
    No sense of progression, of age and direction, no meter, no form, no rhyme.
    I’ll hold me one, just one rising sun long after daylight is gone.
    I’ll hold me one, one more rising sun till my daylight and darkness is done.

    Kingdoms and cupboards, losers and lovers and evenings of blackberry wine.
    Falling like sand, the memory of hands and kisses, and whispers and sighs.
    I’ll hold me one, just one rising sun long after daylight is gone.
    I’ll hold me one, one more rising sun till my daylight and darkness is done.

    (written by Denver/Henry)

  6. Late Nite Radio

    Late Nite Radio

    There’s lonely hearts in Arkansas, there’s truckers in Des Moines
    all there to keep me company in the early morn.
    A world unknown to daytime is forever going on
    the airways of the nation between midnight and the dawn.
    Late nite radio, take it everywhere I go. My best friend when I’m lonely is my late nite radio.

    Well I turn the dial, a little bit past one-o-one point two
    in time to catch the news and see who’s shooting who.
    Then I hunt around for old songs, they’re so good to hear again.
    To think of how it was, imagine how it might have been.
    Late nite radio, take it everywhere I go. My best friend when I’m lonely is my late nite radio.
    La la la, I sing along ’cause I never know the words.
    La la la la la la la la la, I’d love to call a talk show but I haven’t got the nerve.
    La la la, oh oh oh, radio.

    The Lord is still my shepherd but these preachers got to go.
    This time of night my interest lies in UFO’s.
    So I turn the dial a little past fifty-six point three to find myself a lullaby to rock me off to sleep.
    Late nite radio, take it everywhere I go. My best friend when I’m lonely is my late nite radio.
    Late nite radio, take it everywhere I go. My best friend when I’m lonely is my late nite radio.

    (written by Danoff/Danoff)

Side Two
  1. Love Is Everywhere

    Love Is Everywhere

    Love is everywhere, I can see it, you are all that you can be, go on and be it.
    Life is perfect, I believe it, come and play the game with me.
    Open yourself to the first celebration, open your eyes to the joy and pain.
    Life is the fruit of your own creation, every new birth is a soul regained.

    Love is everywhere, I see it, you are all that you can be, go on and be it.
    Life is perfect, I believe it, come and play the game with me.
    Drinking my life from a silver fountain, sweet water running to the cold salt sea.
    Old man moon on white-top mountain, sound of the wind singing dreams for me.

    Love is everywhere, I see it, you are all that you can be, go on and be it.
    Life is perfect, I believe it, come and play the game with me
    Follow your heart like a flying stallion, race with the sun to the edge of the night.
    Form your truth like a gold medallion, dance in the circle of the love and the light.

    Love is everywhere, I see it, you are all that you can be, go on and be it.
    Life is perfect, I believe it, come and play the game with me.
    Love is everywhere, I see it, you are all that you can be, go on and be it.
    Life is perfect, I believe it, come and play the game with me.

    (written by Sommers/Denver/Henry/Weisberg)

  2. Two Shots

    Two Shots

    I took two shots, got no ducks, and cold, cold hands.
    Last night while I was out drinking, trying to have a good time.
    The lady with whom I was speaking thought I was feeding her some old line.
    When I spoke of a cold winter’s morning, a duck blind and a river of gray.
    The sound of the snow softly falling when I thought I heard somebody say,
    I took two shots, got no ducks, and cold, cold hands.

    I could tell by the gaze of my comrades that I was the one who had spoke.
    Their eyes held a message of patience, the thrill of the hunt and of hope.
    But when I spoke again, how they listened for the wisdom of what I might say,
    if the good Lord had meant us to shoot one he’d surely send more ducks our way.
    I took two shots, got no ducks, and cold, cold hands.

    Well the lady with whom I was speaking, she laughed lightly and she wandered away.
    My heart, like the snow in my story fell silent, I’d hoped she would stay.
    It’s so nice to talk to somebody, to find someone who’s willing to share.
    I know that this life is worth living but sometimes it just isn’t fair,
    I took two shots, got no ducks, and cold, cold hands,
    I took two shots, got no ducks, and cold, cold hands.

    (written by John Denver)

  3. 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)

  4. 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)

  5. 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)

  6. Song Of Wyoming

    Song Of Wyoming

    I’m weary and tired, I’ve done my day’s riding, nighttime is rolling my way.
    The sky’s all on fire and light’s slowly fading, peaceful and still ends the day.
    Out on the trail, night birds are calling, singing their wild melody.
    Down in the canyon, cottonwood whispers a song of Wyoming for me.

    Well I’ve wandered around the town and the city, tried to figure the how and the why.
    I stopped all my scheming, I’m just drifting and dreaming, watching the river roll by.
    Here comes that big old prairie moon rising, shining down bright as can be.
    Up on the hill there’s a coyote singing a song of Wyoming for me.

    Now it’s whiskey and tobacco and bitter black coffee, a lonesome old dogie am I.
    But waking up on the range, Lord, I feel like an angel, Feel like I almost could fly.
    Drift like a cloud out over the badlands, sing like a bird in the tree.
    The wind in the sage sounds like heaven singing a song of Wyoming for me.
    A song of Wyoming for me.

    (written by John Denver)

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