Music

Track List

1. 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)
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. Baby, You Look Good to Me Tonight

   Baby, You Look Good to Me Tonight

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

   Well, I’m ordinarily very shy and I’d be polite if I had the time.
   Baby, you look good to me tonight.
   Tomorrow I’ll be good and gone, please don’t make me wait that long.
   Baby, you look good to me tonight.

   “I get off at eleven,” she said and walked away.
   She poured a cup of coffee and she brought it on a tray.
   She said, “It would be nice if you could stay, you’re the best idea I’ve had all day,
   usually I put up a fight but baby, you look good to me tonight.”

   Well I’m ordinarily very shy but I grinned at her as I ate my pie, said,
   “Baby, you look good to me tonight.”
   I thought I must be in a dream when she asked me if I wanted cream,
   baby, you look good to me tonight.
   All in all, you know it’s not a bad life on the road
   if you’ve got wheels to roll and lucky stars above.
   Your destiny’s your own, you go as far as you can go
   and if there’s time to sleep, there’s time to make love.

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

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

   (written by Danoff)
4. Sunshine on My Shoulders

   Sunshine on My Shoulders

   Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry.
   Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high.
   If I had a day that I could give you, I’d give to you the day just like today.
   If I had a song that I could sing for you, I’d sing a song to make you feel this way.

   Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry.
   Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high.
   If I had a tale that I could tell you, I’d tell a tale sure to make you smile.
   If I had a wish that I could wish for you, I’d make a wish for sunshine for all the while.

   Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry.
   Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high.
   Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry.
   Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high.
   Sunshine almost all the time makes me high.  Sunshine almost always…

   (written by John Denver)
5. Sweet Surrender

   Sweet Surrender

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

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

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

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

   (written by John Denver)
6. 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
7. Rocky Mountain High

   Rocky Mountain High

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

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

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

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

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

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

   (written by Denver/Taylor)
8. 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)
9. 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)
10. Dreamland Express

    Dreamland Express

    I caught a ride on the dreamland express last night, I was sailing on an ocean of blue.
    When right there by my side, much to my surprise was you.
    I said, come on over here baby, let my look in your eyes, let me see the very heart of you.
    And I couldn’t believe it, to conceive that my dream would come true.
    Cause you said, hey there, sweet daddy, everything is all right.
    For miles there’s not a telephone line.
    There’s not a soul to disturb us, don’t be nervous, just come and be mine.

    You said, let me be the end of your rainbow, let me be the stars up above.
    Let me be the one that you long for, darling, let me be the one that you love, oh,
    let me be the one that you love.

    And now it’s four in the morning, honey, I can’t sleep. I can’t seem to get you out of my mind.
    I keep tossing and turning, yearning for the sun to shine.
    I’d like to send you a ticket on the dreamland express, and take you far away with me.
    I’ve got a vision of heaven and you’re living there with me.

    Honey, let me be the end of your rainbow, let me be the stars up above.
    Let me be the one that you long for, darling, let me be the one that you love, oh,
    let me be the one that you love, oh, let me be the one that you love.

    (written by John Denver)
11. How Can I Leave You Again

    How Can I Leave You Again

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

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

    (written by John Denver)
12. Looking for Space

    Looking for Space

    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)
13. Thank God I’m a Country Boy (Live)

    Thank God I’m a Country Boy (Live)

    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 Sommers)
14. Leaving, On A Jet Plane

    Leaving, On A Jet Plane

    All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go, I’m standing here outside your door,
    I hate to wake you up to say good-bye.
    But the dawn is breaking, it’s early morn, the taxi’s waiting He’s blowing his horn.
    Already I’m so lonesome I could die.
    So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go.
    ‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

    There’s so many times I’ve let you down, so many times I’ve played around,
    I tell you now they don’t mean a thing.
    Every place I go I’ll think of you, every song I sing I’ll sing for you,
    when I come back, I’ll bring your wedding ring.
    So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go.
    ‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

    Now the time has come to leave you, one more time let me kiss you,
    then close your eyes, I’ll be on my way.
    Dream about the days to come when I won’t have to leave alone,
    about the times I won’t have to say:
    kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go.
    ‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.
    I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

    (written by John Denver)
15. Wild Montana Skies – Vocal Duet John Denver and Emmylou Harris

    Wild Montana Skies – Vocal Duet John Denver and Emmylou Harris

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

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

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

    (written by John Denver)
16. Some Days Are Diamonds (Some Days Are Stone)

    Some Days Are Diamonds (Some Days Are Stone)

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

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

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

    (written by Feller)