Music

Track List

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. 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)
3. Higher Ground

   Higher Ground

   There are those who can live with the things they don’t believe in,
   They are giving up their lives for something that is less than it can be.
   Some have longed for a home in a place of inspiration, some will find the emptiness inside.
   By giving it all for the things that they believe, they believe.
   Maybe it’s just a dream in me, maybe it’s just my style.
   Maybe it’s just the freedom that I’ve found.
   Given the possibility of living up to the dream in me,
   you know that I’ll be reaching for higher ground.

   I will stand on my own, I will live up to this vision.
   I will trust in what I feel and follow my heart until it brings me home, brings me home
   Maybe it’s just a dream in me, maybe it’s just my style.
   Maybe it’s just the freedom that I’ve found.
   Given the possibility of living up to the dream in me,
   you know that I’ll be reaching for higher ground.

   Keep me through the night, lead me to the light.
   Teach me the magic of wonder, give me the spirit to fly.
   Maybe it’s just a dream in me, maybe it’s just my style.
   Maybe it’s just the freedom that I’ve found.
   Given the possibility of living up to the dream in me,
   you know that I’ll be reaching for higher ground.
   Maybe it’s just a dream in me, maybe it’s just my style.
   Maybe it’s just the freedom that I’ve found.
   Given the possibility of living up to the dream in me,
   you know that I’ll be reaching for higher ground.

   (written by John Denver, Lee Holdridge and Joe Henry)
4. Home Grown Tomatoes

   Home Grown Tomatoes

   Ain’t nothin’ in the world that I like better
   Than bacon & lettuce & homegrown tomatoes
   Up in the mornin’ out in the garden

   Get you a ripe one don’t get a hard one
   Plant `em in the spring eat `em in the summer
   All winter with out `em’s a culinary bummer
   I forget all about the sweatin’ & diggin’
   Everytime I go out & pick me a big one

   Homegrown tomatoes homegrown tomatoes
   What’d life be without homegrown tomatoes
   Only two things that money can’t buy
   That’s true love & homegrown tomatoes

   You can go out to eat & that’s for sure
   But it’s nothin’ a homegrown tomato won’t cure
   Put `em in a salad, put `em in a stew
   You can make your very own tomato juice
   Eat `em with egss, eat `em with gravy
   Eat `em with beans, pinto or navy
   Put `em on the site put `em in the middle
   Put a homegrown tomato on a hotcake griddle

   If I’s to change this life I lead
   I’d be Johnny Tomato Seed
   `Cause I know what this country needs
   Homegrown tomatoes in every yard you see
   When I die don’t bury me
   In a box in a cemetary
   Out in the garden would be much better
   I could be pushin’ up homegrown tomatoes

   (written by Guy Clark)
5. 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)
6. Intro to Will I Ever Catch Another Butterfly
7. Will I Ever Catch Another Butterfly

   Will I Ever Catch Another Butterfly

   Do you remember days
   Not so very long ago,
   When the world was run by people
   Twice your size?
   And the days were full of laughter
   And the nights were full of stars,
   And when you grew tired
   You could close your eyes.

   Yes, the stars were there for wishing
   And the wind was there for kites,
   And the morning sun was there
   For rise and shine.
   And even if the sniffles
   Kept you home from school in bed,
   You couldn’t hardly stay there
   After nine

   And I wonder if the smell of morning’s faded,
   What happened to the robin’s song
   That sparkled in the sky?
   Where’s all the water gone
   That tumbled down the stream?
   Will I ever catch another butterfly?

   Do you remember campouts right in your own backyard
   Wondering how airplanes could fly?
   And the hours spent just playing
   With a funny rock you found
   With crystal specks as blue as all the sky.

   And I wonder if the smell of morning’s faded,
   What happened to the robin’s song
   That sparkled in the sky?
   Where’s all the water gone
   That tumbled down the stream?
   Will I ever catch another butterfly?

   Now I watch my son,
   He’s playing with his toys,
   He’s happy, I give him all I can.
   But I can’t help feeling
   Just a little tingly inside
   When I hear him say he wants to be a man.

   And I wonder if the smell of morning’s faded,
   What happened to the robin’s song
   That sparkled in the sky?
   Where’s all the water gone that tumbled down the stream?
   Will I ever catch another butterfly?

   (written by Mike Williams)
8. 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)
9. Intro to Raven’s Child
10. Raven’s Child

    Raven’s Child

    Raven’s child is chasing salvation, black beak turned white from the crack and the snow.
    On the streets of despair the answer is simple, a spoonful of mercy can set free the soul.
    The drug king sits on his arrogant throne, away and above and apart.
    Even children are twisted to serve him and greed has corrupted what once was a heart.

    Raven’s child keeps vigil for freedom, trades for the arms that once made her strong.
    With nuclear warheads and lasers in heaven, fear does the choosing between right and wrong.
    The arms king sits on his arrogant throne, away and above and apart.
    Bankers assure him that he needn’t care and greed makes a stone of what once was a heart.

    Raven’s child is washing the water, all of her wing-feathers blackened with tar.
    Prince William shoreline’s an unwanted highway of asphalt and anger an elegant scar.
    The oil king sits on his arrogant throne, away and above and apart.
    Lawyers have warned him he mustn’t speak and greed has made silent what once was a heart.
    You know there are walls that come tumbling down for people who yearn to be free.
    Still there are hearts that long to be opened and eyes that are longing to see.

    Raven’s child is our constant companion, sticks like a shadow to all that is done.
    Try as we may we just can’t escape him, the source of our sorrow and shame, we are one.
    The true King sits on a heavenly throne, never away nor above nor apart.
    With wisdom and mercy and constant compassion, he lives in the love that lives in our hearts.

    (written by John Denver and Joe Henry)
11. 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)
12. I’d Rather Be A Cowboy

    I’d Rather Be A Cowboy

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

    When we were just beginning it was such an easy way
    Myin’ backup in the mountains makin’ songs for sunny days
    She got tired of pickin’ daisies and cookin’ my meals for me
    She can live the life she wants to yes and it’s all right with me
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy…

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

    Oh but I miss her in the mornin’ when I awake alone
    The absence of her laughter is a cold and empty sound
    But her memory always makes me smile and I want you to know
    I love her yes I love her just enough to let her go
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy…
    I think I’d rather be a cowboy…

    (written by John Denver)
13. 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)
14. 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)
15. Seasons Of The Heart

    Seasons Of The Heart

    Of course we have our differences, you shouldn’t be surprised.
    It’s as natural as changes in the seasons and the skies.
    Sometimes we grow together, sometimes we drift apart,
    a wiser man than I might know the seasons of the heart.

    And I’m walking here beside you in the early evening chill.
    a thing we’ve always loved to do, I know we always will.
    We have so much in common, so many things we share,
    that I can’t believe my heart when it implies that you’re not there.
    Love is why I came here in the first place, love is now the reason I must go.
    Love is all I ever hoped to find here, love is still the only dream I know.

    So I don’t know how to tell you, it’s difficult to say.
    I never in my wildest dreams imagined it this way.
    But sometimes I just don’t know you, there’s a stranger in our home.
    When I’m lying right beside you is when I’m most alone.

    And I think my heart is broken, there’s an emptiness inside.
    So many things I’ve longed for have so often been denied.
    Still I wouldn’t try to change you, there’s no one that’s to blame.
    It’s just some things that mean so much and we just don’t feel the same.
    Love is why I came here in the first place, love is now the reason I must go.
    Love is all I ever hoped to find here, love is still the only dream I know.
    True love is still the only dream I know.

    (written by John Denver)
16. 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)
17. 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)
18. It’s A Sin To Tell A Lie

    It’s A Sin To Tell A Lie

    Be sure it’s true when you say I love you
    It’s a sin to tell a lie
    Millions of hearts have been broken
    Just because these words were spoken

    I love you, yes I do, I love you
    If you break my heart I’ll die
    So be sure it’s true
    When you say I love you
    It’s a sin to tell a lie

    Be sure it’s true when you say I love you
    It’s a sin to tell a lie
    Millions of hearts have been broken
    Just because these words were spoken

    I love you, yes I do, I love you
    If you break my heart I’ll die
    So be sure it’s true
    When you say I love you
    It’s a sin to tell a lie

    (written by Billy Mayhew)
19. Intro to The Flower That Shattered The Stone
20. The Flower That Shattered The Stone

    The Flower That Shattered The Stone

    The Earth is our mother just turning around
    With her trees in the forest and roots underground
    Our father above us whos sigh is the wind
    Paint us a rainbow without any end

    As the river runs freely the mountain does rise
    Let me touch with my fingers and see with my eyes
    In the hearts of the children of pure love still roams
    Like a bright star in heaven that lights our way home
    Like the flower that shattered the stone

    Sparrows find freedom beholding the sun
    In the engine and beauty were all joined in one
    I reach out before me and look to the sky
    Then I hear someone whisper its something pass by

    As the river runs freely the mountain does rise
    Let me touch with my fingers and see with my eyes
    In the hearts of the children of pure love still roams
    Like a bright star in heaven that lights our way home
    Like the flower that shattered the stone
    Like a bright star in heaven that lights our way home
    Like the flower that shattered the stone

    (written by Joe Henry and John Jarvis)
21. 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)