Music

Track List

1. The Music is You

   The Music is You

   Music makes pictures and often tell stories, all of it magic and all of it true.
   And all of the pictures and all of the stories, and all of the magic, the music is you.
   Music makes pictures and often tell stories, all of it magic and all of it true.
   And all of the pictures and all of the stories, and all of the magic, the music is you.
2. Farewell Andromeda (Welcome To My Morning)

   Farewell Andromeda (Welcome To My Morning)

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

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

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

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

   Mother Nature’s Son

   Born a poor young country boy, Mother Nature’s son.
   All day long I’m sitting singing songs for everyone.
   Sit beside a mountain stream, see her waters rise.
   Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies.

   Find me in my field of grass, Mother Nature’s son.
   Swaying daises sing a lazy song beneath the sun.

   Mother Nature’s son.

   (written by Lennon/McCartney)
4. Summer

   Summer

   Silently the morning mist is lying on the water, captive moonlight waiting for the dawn.
   Softly like a baby’s breath, a breeze begins to whisper.
   The sun is coming quick you must be dawn.

   Smiling like a superstar the morning comes in singing, the promise of another sunny day.
   And all the flowers open up to gather in the sunshine, I do believe that summer’s here to stay.

   And do you care what’s happening around you,
   do your senses know the changes when they come?
   Can you see yourself reflecting in the seasons, can you understand the need to carry on?

   Riding on the tapestry of all there is to see, so many ways and oh, so many things.
   Rejoicing in the differences, there’s no one just like me.
   Yet as different as we are, we’re still the same.

   And oh, I love the life within me, I feel a part of everything I see.
   And oh, I love the life around me, a part of everything is here in me.
   A part of everything is here in me, a part of everything is here in me.

   (written by Denver/Taylor/Kniss)
5. 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)
6. Saturday Night in Toledo, Ohio

   Saturday Night in Toledo, Ohio

   Saturday night in Toledo, Ohio is like being nowhere at all.
   All through the day how the hours rush by, you sit in the park and you watch the grass die.

   Ah, but after the sunset, the dusk and the twilight, when shadows of night start to fall.
   They roll back the sidewalk precisely at ten and people who live there are not seen again.

   Just two lonely truckers from Great Falls, Montana and a salesman from places unknown
   all huddled together in downtown, Toledo to spend their big night all alone.

   You ask how I know of Toledo, Ohio? Well I spent a week there one day.
   They’ve got entertainment to dazzle your eyes: go visit the bakery and watch the buns rise.

   Ah, but let’s not forget that the folks of Toledo unselfishly gave us the scale.
   No springs, honest weight, that’s the promise they made,
   so smile and be thankful next time you get weighed.

   And “wive and wet wive”, let this be our motto, let’s let the sleeping dogs lie.
   And here’s to the dogs of Toledo, Ohio, ladies, we bid you goodbye.

   (written by Randy Sparks)
7. Matthew

   Matthew

   I had an uncle, name of Matthew, he was his father’s only boy.
   Born just south of Colby, Kansas, he was his mother’s pride and joy.
   Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
   love was just a way to live and die.
   Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
   blue was just the Kansas summer sky.

   And all the stories that he told me back when I was just a lad.
   All the memories that he gave me, all the good times that he had.
   Growing up a Kansas farm boy, life was mostly having fun.
   Riding on his daddy’s shoulders behind the mule, beneath the sun.
   Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
   love was just a way to live and die.
   Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
   blue was just the Kansas summer sky.

   Well, I guess there were some hard times, and I’m told some years were lean.
   They had a storm in ’47, twister came and stripped ’em clean.
   He lost the farm, he lost his family, he lost the wheat, he lost his home.
   But he found the family bible, his faith as solid as a stone.
   Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
   love was just a way to live and die.
   Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
   blue was just the Kansas summer sky.

   So he came to live at our house, and he came to work the land.
   He came to ease my daddy’s burden, and he came to be my friend.
   So I wrote this down for Matthew, and it’s for him this song is sung.
   Riding on his daddy’s shoulders, behind the mule, beneath the sun
   Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
   love was just a way to live and die.
   Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
   blue was just the Kansas summer sky.
   Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
   love was just a way to live and die.
   Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
   blue was just the Kansas summer sky.
8. Rocky Mountain Suite (Cold Nights in Canada)

   Rocky Mountain Suite (Cold Nights in Canada)

   Up in a meadow in Jasper, Alberta, two men and four ponies on a long lonesome ride.
   To see the high country and learn of her people,
   the ways that they lived there, the ways that they died.
   And one is a teacher and one a beginner just wanting to be there and wanting to know.
   And together they’re trying to us a story that should have been listened to long, long ago.

   How the life in the mountains is living in danger from too many people, too many machines.
   And the time is upon us, today is forever, tomorrow is just one of yesterday’s dreams.
   Cold nights in Canada and icy blue winds, the man and the mountains are brothers again.
   Clear waters are laughing, they sing to the skies. The Rockies are living, they never will die.

   Up in a meadow in Jasper, Alberta, two men and four ponies on a long lonesome ride
9. Sweet Surrender

   Sweet Surrender

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

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

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

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

   (Walt Disney Music Co.)
10. 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 Connor)
11. 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.
12. The Eagle and the Hawk

    The Eagle and the Hawk

    I am the eagle, I live in high country in rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky.
    I am the hawk, and there’s blood on my feathers.
    But time is still turning, they soon will be dry.
    And all those who see me, and all who believe in me
    share in the freedom I feel when I fly.

    Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops.
    Sail o’er the canyons and up to the stars.
    And reach for the heavens and hope for the future
    and all that we can be, and not what we are.
13. My Sweet Lady

    My Sweet Lady

    Lady, are you crying, do the tears belong to me? Did you think our time together was all gone?
    Lady, you’ve been dreaming. I’m as close as I can be.
    And I swear to you our time has just begun.
    Close your eyes and rest your weary mind. I promise I will stay right here beside you.
    Today our lives were joined, became entwined.
    I wish that you could know how much I love you.

    Lady, are you happy, do you feel the way I do?
    Are there meanings that you’ve never seen before?
    Lady, my sweet lady, I just can’t believe it’s true. And it’s like I’ve never ever loved before.
    Close your eyes and rest your weary mind. I promise I will stay right here beside you.
    Today our lives were joined, became entwined.
    I wish that you could know how much I love you.
    Lady, are you crying, do the tears belong to me? Did you think our time together was all gone?
    Lady, you’ve been dreaming. I’m as close as I can be.
    And I swear to you our time has just begun.
14. Annie’s Other Song

    Annie’s Other Song

    I’m bringing me home to you, that’s all that I have to give,
    my life, my love, my everything, it’s you I choose to be with.

    Had a wonderful time in the city, I smile when I recall.
    The space, the songs, the company, I really had a ball.
    It’s a funny set of circumstances, sends me out on the road alone.
    With the moon looking over my shoulder, I’m finding my way back home.
    I’m bringing me home to you, that’s all that I have to give.
    My life, my love, my everything, it’s you I choose to be with.

    Riding high in the Rocky Mountains, they’re quiet and peaceful times.
    I’d swear the stars are smiling like they know what’s on my mind.
    You see, on any such an occasion, my thoughts will turn to you.
    The time I spend all by myself I mostly spend with you.
    I’m bringing me home to you, that’s all that I have to give.
    My life, my love, my everything, it’s you I choose to be with.

    When I lay down beside you, all the love that you show.
    I wanna live my life with you, it’s all the dreams that I know.
    I’m bringing me home to you, that’s all that I have to give.
    My life, my love, my everything, it’s you I choose to be with,
    it’s you I choose to be with, it’s you I choose to be with, it’s you I choose to be with.
15. Boy from the Country

    Boy from the Country

    Because he called the forest “Brother,” because he called the Earth his mother,
    they drove him out into the rain.
    Some people even said that the boy from the country was insane.

    Because he spoke to the fish in the creek. He tried to tell us that the animals could speak.
    Who knows? Perhaps they do.
    How do you know they don’t just because they’ve never spoken to you?

    Boy from the country left his home when he was young, boy from the country, he loves the sun.

    He tried to tell us that we should love the land.
    We just turned our heads and laughed. You see we did not understand.
    Sometimes I think the boy from the country is the only one who sees,
    ’cause the boy from the country doesn’t want to see the forest for the trees.

    Boy from the country left his home when he was young, boy from the country, he loves the sun.

    (written by Michael Murphy)
16. Rhymes & Reasons

    Rhymes & Reasons

    So you speak to me in sadness and the coming of the winter.
    The fear that is within you now, it seems to never end.
    And the dreams that have escaped you and the hope that you’ve forgotten.
    And you tell me that you need me now and you want to be my friend,
    and you wonder where we’re going, where’s the rhyme, where’s the reason?
    And it’s you cannot accept it is here we must begin to seek the wisdom of the children
    and the graceful way of flowers in the wind.

    For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers,
    their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.
    Like the music of the mountains and the colors of the rainbow,
    they’re a promise of the future and the blessing for today.

    Though the cities start to crumble and the towers fall around us,
    the sun is slowly fading and it’s colder than the sea.
    It is written: from the desert to the mountains they shall lead us,
    by the hand and by the heart they will comfort you and me.
    In their innocence and trusting, they will teach us to be free.

    For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers,
    their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.
    And the song that I am singing is a prayer to nonbelievers:
    come and stand beside us, we can find a better way.
17. Forest Lawn

    Forest Lawn

    Oh, lay me down in Forest Lawn in a silver casket
    with golden flowers over my head in a silver basket.
    Let the drum and bugle corp play taps while cannons roar.
    While sixteen liveried employees sell souvenirs from the funeral store.
    I wanna go simply when I go. They’ll give me a simple funeral there, I know.
    With a casket lined in fleece and the fireworks spelling out “Rest in Peace,”
    Oh, take me when I’m gone to Forest Lawn.

    Oh, lay me down in Forest Lawn, they understand there.
    They have a heavenly choir in the military band there.
    Just put me in their care, I’ll find my comfort there.
    With sixteen planes in a last salute, they’ll drop a cross in a parachute.
    I wanna go simply when I go, they’ll give me a simple funeral there I know
    With a hundred strolling strings and topless dancers with golden wings,
    Oh, take me when I’m gone to Forest Lawn.

    Oh, come, come, come, come, come to the church in the wild wood,
    Kindly leave a contribution in the pail.
    Be as simple and as trusting as a child would and we’ll sell you the church in the dale.

    To find a simple resting place is my desire.
    To lay me down with a smiling face comes a little bit higher.
    My likeness cast in brass will stand in plastic grass
    While hidden weights and springs tips it’s hat to the mourners filing past.

    I wanna go simply when I go. They’ll give me a simple funeral there I know.
    I’ll lie beneath the sand with piped-in tapes of Billy Graham,
    oh, take me when I’m gone to forest lawn.

    Rock of ages cleft for me for a slightly higher fee. Oh, take me when I’m gone to forest lawn.

    (written by Paxton)
18. Pickin’ the Sun Down

    Pickin’ the Sun Down

    instrumental
19. Thank God I’m a Country Boy

    Thank God I’m a Country Boy

    Well, life’s on a farm is kinda laid back,
    ain’t much an old country boy like me can’t hack.
    It’s early to rise, early in the sack thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, a simple kind of life never did me no harm,
    raising me a family and working on the farm.
    My days are all filled with an easy country charm, thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
    When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
    And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.

    When the work’s all done and the sun’s setting low,
    I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow.
    The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low, thank God I’m a country boy.
    I’d play Sally Gooding all day if I could,
    but the lord and my wife wouldn’t take it very good.
    So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should, thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
    When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
    And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.

    I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds or jewels,
    I never was one of them money hungry fools.
    I’d rather have my fiddle and my farming tools, thank God I’m a country boy.
    Yeah, city folk driving in a black limousine,
    a lotta sad people thinking that’s-a mighty keen.
    Son, let me tell you now exactly what I mean, thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
    When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
    And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.

    Well, my fiddle was my daddy’s till the day he died,
    and he took me by the hand and held me close to his side.
    He said, “Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride,
    and thank God you’re a country boy.
    My Daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle,
    he taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle.
    He taught me how to love and how to give just a little,
    thank God I’m a country boy.
    Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
    When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
    And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.

    (written by J. Sommers)
20. Take Me Home, Country Roads

    Take Me Home, Country Roads

    Almost heaven, West Virginia
    Blue Ridge Mountains
    Shenandoah River –
    Life is old there
    Older than the trees
    Younger than the mountains
    Growin like a breeze

    Country Roads, take me home
    To the place I belong
    West Virginia, mountain momma
    Take me home, country roads

    All my memories gathered round her
    Miners lady, stranger to blue water
    Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
    Misty taste of moonshine
    Teardrops in my eye

    Country Roads, take me home
    To the place I belong
    West Virginia, mountain momma
    Take me home, country roads

    I hear her voice
    In the mornin hour she calls me
    The radio reminds me of my home far away
    And drivin down the road I get a feelin
    That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

    Country Roads, take me home
    To the place I belong
    West Virginia, mountain momma
    Take me home, country roads

    Country Roads, take me home
    To the place I belong
    West Virginia, mountain momma
    Take me home, country roads
    Take me home, now country roads
    Take me home, now country roads

    Words and Music by Bill Danoff, Taffy Nivert and John Denver
21. Poems, Prayers & Promises

    Poems, Prayers & Promises

    I’ve been lately thinking about my life’s time, all the things I’ve done and how it’s been.
    And I can’t help believing in my own mind, I know I’m gonna hate to see it end.
    I’ve seen a lot of sunshine, slept out in the rain, spent a night or two all on my own.
    I’ve known my lady’s pleasures, had myself some friends, spent a time or two in my own home.

    I have to say it now, it’s been good life all in all, it’s really fine to have a chance to hang around.
    and lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
    while all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around.
    And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in.
    How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.
    How long it’s been since yesterday, what about tomorrow
    and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?

    Days they pass so quickly now, the nights are seldom long.
    Time around me whispers when it’s cold.
    The changes somehow frightens me, still I have to smile. It turns me on to think of growing old.
    For though my life’s been good to me there’s still so much to do.
    So many things my mind has never known.
    I’d like to raise a family, I’d like to sail away and dance across the mountains on the moon.

    I have to say it now, it’s been good life all in all, it’s really fine to have a chance to hang around.
    and lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
    while all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around.
    And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in.
    How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.
    How long it’s been since yesterday, what about tomorrow
    and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?
22. Rocky Mountain High

    Rocky Mountain High

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

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

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

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

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

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

    (written by Denver/Taylor)
23. This Old Guitar

    This Old Guitar

    This old guitar taught me to sing a love song,
    it showed me how to laugh and how to cry.
    It introduced me to some friends of mine and brightened up some days.
    It helped me make it through some lonely nights.
    What a friend to have on a cold and lonely night

    This old guitar gave me my lovely lady, it opened up her eyes and ears to me.
    it brought us close together and I guess it broke her heart,
    it opened up the space for us to be, what a lovely place and a lovely space to be.

    This old guitar gave me my life my living all the things you know I love to do
    To serenade the stars that shine from a sunny mountainside,
    and most of all, to sing my songs for you, I love to sing my songs for you,
    yes I do, you know, I love to sing my songs for you.