Music

Side One

1. Intro
2. 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)
3. Starwood In Aspen

   Starwood In Aspen

   It’s a long way from L.A. to Denver, it’s a long time to hang in the sky.
   It’s a long way home to Starwood in Aspen, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise,
   oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise.

   Springtime is rolling ’round slowly, gray skies are bringing me down.
   Can’t remember when I’ve ever been so lonely,
   I’ve forgot what it’s like to be home, can’t remember what it’s like to be home.

   I think of my lady’s sweet memory, I think on my children’s sweet smiles.
   I think of my home at Starwood in Aspen, all my friends and the snow-covered hills,
   oh, my friends are the snow-covered hills.

   Can I tell you I’m happy to be here to share and consider this time?
   For I see here the shadows of changes, and a feeling of new friends to find,
   and I see here some new friends to find.

   It’s a long way from this place to Denver, it’s a long time to hang in the sky.
   It’s a long way home to Starwood in Aspen, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise,
   oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise.

   (written by John Denver)
4. 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)
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. 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.

   (written by John Denver)
7. 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)
8. Follow Me

   Follow Me

   Its by far the hardest thing Ive ever done
   To be so in love with you and so alone

   Follow me where I go what I do and who I know
   Make it part of you to be a part of me
   Follow me up and down all the way and all around
   Take my hand and say youll follow me

   Its long been on my mind
   You know its been a long, long time
   Ive tried to find the way that I can make you understand
   The way I feel about you and just how much I need you
   To be there where I can talk to you
   When theres no one else around

   Follow me where I go what I do and who I know
   Make it part of you to be a part of me
   Follow me up and down all the way and all around
   Take my hand and say youll follow me

   You see Id like to share my life with you
   And show you things Ive seen
   Places that Im going to places where Ive been
   To have you there beside me and never be alone
   And all the time that youre with me
   We will be at home

   Follow me where I go what I do and who I know
   Make it part of you to be a part of me
   Follow me up and down all the way
   Take my hand and I will follow you

   (written by John Denver)
9. Baby You Look Good To Me Tonight

   Baby You Look Good To Me Tonight

   Ive been out on this highway now
   Five days in a row
   My words all run together
   My feet are movin slow
   Ive got to stop and eat
   While its still light
   Theres a local angel sitting on my right
   Do you believe in love at first sight
   Baby, you look good to me tonight

   Im ordinarily very shy
   And Id be polite if I had time
   Baby, you look good to me tonight
   Tomorrow, Ill be good and gone
   Please dont 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
   Youre the best idea Ive had all day
   Usually I put up a fight but
   Baby, you look good to me tonight.

   Well Im ordinarily very shy
   But I grinned at her as I ate my pie
   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
   Its not a bad life on the road
   If youve got wheels to roll
   And lucky stars above
   Your destinys your own
   You go as far as you can go
   And if theres time to sleep
   Theres time to make love

   I came, I saw, I conquered
   But I rode off in the sun
   But I know the look she left with me
   Keeps telling me she won
   Her face is the only thing I see
   Whispering those words of prophesy

   I may come easy, but I dont come free
   Youre never gonna see the last of me
   Baby, you look good to me tonight
   I was born to love you now cant you see
   Baby, you look good to me tonight
   Im ordinarily very shy
   But I take the time to satisfy
   Baby, you look good to me tonight

   (written by Bill Danoff)
10. The Bells of Rhymney

    The Bells of Rhymney

    Oh what will you give me?
    Say the sad bells of Rhymney
    Is there hope for the future?
    Cry the brown bells of Merthyr.
    Who made the mine owner?
    Say the black bells of Rhondda.
    And who robbed the miner?
    Cry the grim bells of Blaina.

    They will plunder willy-nilly,
    Cry the bells of Caerphilly.
    They have fangs, they have teeth,
    Say the loud bells of Neath.
    Even God is uneasy,
    Say the moist bells of Swansea.
    And what will you give me?
    Say the sad bells of Rhymney

    Put the vandals in court
    Say the bells of Newport.
    All would be well if, if, if,
    Cry the green bells of Cardiff.
    Why so worried, sisters, why?
    Sang the silver bells of Wye.
    And what will you give me?
    Say the sad bells of Rhymney.

    (written by Pete Seeger and Idris Davies)
11. Rhymes & Reasons

    Rhymes & Reasons

    So you speak to me of sadness and the coming of the winter,
    The fear that is within you now that 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 and where’s the reason?
    And it’s you who 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 a 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 non-believers,
    come and stand beside us we can find a better way.

    (written by John Denver)
12. I Want To Live

    I Want To Live

    There are children raised in sorrow on a scorched and barren plain,
    there are children raised beneath a golden sun.
    There are children of the water, children of the sand,
    and they cry out through the universe, their voices raised as one:
    I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
    I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to live.

    Have you gazed out on the ocean, seen the breaching of a whale?
    Have you watched the dolphins frolic in the foam?
    Have you heard the song the humpback hears five hundred miles away?
    Telling tales of ancient history of passages and home?
    I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
    I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to live.

    For the worker and the warrior, the lover and the liar, for the native and the wanderer in kind.
    For the maker and the user, and the mother and her son.
    I am looking for my family and all of you are mine.

    We are standing all together, face to face and arm in arm.
    We are standing on the threshold of a dream.
    No more hunger, no more killing, no more wasting life away.
    It is simply an idea and I know its time has come.
    I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
    I want to share what I can give, I want to be,
    I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
    I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to live.
    I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
    I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to live, I want to live, I want to live.

    (written by John Denver)
13. The Gold and Beyond

    The Gold and Beyond

    On a snow crystal morning
    Some place close to heaven
    On the side of a mountain
    In a race for the sun

    In a matter of moments
    The dream of a lifetime is won
    Theres a fire in the heart
    And it feels like the hunger

    The spirit is burning
    Consumed by the flame
    To be one of the best
    Of the best in the world
    Is its name

    To be faster and farther
    Than anyones ever before
    To be braver and stronger
    And truer and then even more

    To be all that you can be
    And all that youve ever longed for

    In the eyes of a mountain
    All people are equal
    In the eyes of all people
    Our souls can be seen
    In the course of our struggle
    Well know what humanity means

    To be all that you can be
    And all that youve ever longed for

    We gather together
    To face one another
    We gather in silence
    And sing in the sun
    We gather in peace
    To go for the gold and beyond

    (written by John Denver and Lee Holdridge)

Side Two

1. Country Roads

   Country Roads

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   (written by John Denver, Taffy Nivert and Bill Danoff)
2. Grandma’s Feather Bed

   Grandma’s Feather Bed

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

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

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

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

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

   (written by Jim Connor)
3. 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)
4. 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)
5. Shanghai Breezes

   Shanghai Breezes

   It’s funny how you sound as if you’re right next door when you’re really half a world away.
   I just can’t seem to find the words I’m looking for to say the things that I want to say.
   I can’t remember when I felt so close to you, it’s almost more than I can bear.
   And though I seem a half a million miles from you, you are in my heart and living there.
   And the moon and the stars are the same ones you see, it’s the same old sun up in the sky.
   And your voice in my ear is like heaven to me like the breezes here in old Shanghai.

   There are lovers who walk hand in hand in the park and lovers who walk all alone.
   There are lovers who lie unafraid in the dark and lovers who long for home.
   Oh, I couldn’t leave you even if I wanted to, you’re in my dreams and always near.
   And especially when I sing the songs I wrote for you, you are in my heart and living there.
   And the moon and the stars are the same ones you see, it’s the same old sun up in the sky.
   And your face in my dreams is like heaven to me just like the breezes here in old Shanghai.

   Shanghai breezes, cool and clearing, evening’s sweet caress.
   Shanghai breezes, soft and gentle, remind me of your tenderness.
   And the moon and the stars are the same ones you see, it’s the same old sun up in the sky.
   And your love in my life is like heaven to me, like the breezes here in old Shanghai.
   And the moon and the stars are the same ones you see, it’s the same old sun up in the sky.
   And your love in my life is like heaven to me, like the breezes here in old Shanghai.
   Just like the breezes here in old Shanghai.

   (written by John Denver)
6. 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

   Lady, are you crying, do the tears belong to me
   Did you think our time together was all gone
   Lady, my sweet lady, I’m as close as I can be
   And I swear to you our time has just begun

   (written by John Denver)
7. It Amazes Me

   It Amazes Me

   You came looking for the answers
   To some questions on his mind
   Seeking truth and understanding
   In the hope that he would find
   A way to better serve his brothers
   And his sisters in the sun
   Sharing all that he has given
   Giving all to everyone

   Come and listen to the story
   Of a journey once begun
   Of a people and their plenty
   And their season in the sun
   And how they gave themselves to symbols
   And things that they could hold
   Living lives in desperation
   In the fear of letting go

   It amazes me
   And I know the wind will surely one day
   Blow it all away
   It amazes me
   And Im so very grateful that you made the world this way

   For our plans have come together now
   Where do we go from here
   Will our differences divide us
   Must we always live in fear
   For there are things that we must move through
   Some things to cast aside
   But our father watches over us
   Our mother will provide

   It amazes me
   And I know the wind will someday surely
   Blow it all away
   It amazes me
   And Im so very grateful that you made the world this way

   It amazes me
   It amazes me
   It amazes me

   (written by John Denver)
8. Heart to Heart

   Heart to Heart

   I havent seen all there is to see
   But Ive seen quite a bit
   Some things Ill always remember
   Some things I wish that I could forget
   I havent quite been around the world
   But Ive been around the block
   I know that distances are meaningless
   Like the hands that move around a clock
   And I know that love is everywhere
   Always safe, always true
   And exactly where it comes from
   Is where its going to

   Your heart to mine
   My heart to yours
   Talk about opening windows
   Talk about opening doors
   My heart to yours
   Your heart to mine
   Love is a light that shines
   From heart to heart

   Here I am sitting in old Hong Kong
   The harbor and the lights
   Theyre like diamonds in the heavens
   Enough to brighten the darkest of nights
   Theres another side to sorrow
   As there is to everything
   Like the other side of lonely
   Is falling in love again
   And then you know that theres an answer
   To the suffering we see
   And though it isnt easy
   Its still as simple as you and me
   And youll know that love is everywhere
   Always safe, always true
   And exactly where it comes from
   Is where its going to

   Your heart to mine
   My heart to yours
   Talk about opening windows
   Talk about opening doors
   My heart to yours
   Your heart to mine
   Love is a light that shines
   From heart to heart

   Your heart to mine
   My heart to yours
   Talk about opening windows
   Talk about opening doors
   My heart to yours
   Your heart to mine
   Love is a light that shines
   From heart to heart

   (written by John Denver)
9. 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)
10. 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)
11. The Peace Poem

    The Peace Poem

    There’s a name for war and killing
    there’s a name for giving in
    when you know another answer
    for me the name is sin
    but there’s still time to turn around
    and make all hatred cease
    and give another name to living
    and we could call it peace
    And peace would be the road we walk
    each step along the way
    and peace would be the way we work
    and peace the way we play
    And in all we see that’s different
    and in all the things we know
    peace would be the way we look
    and peace the way we grow
    There’s a name for separation
    there’s a name for first and last
    when it’s all for us or nothing
    for me the name is past
    but there’s still time to turn around
    and make all hatred cease
    and give a name to all the future
    and we could call it peace
    And if peace is what we pray for
    and peace is what we give
    then peace will be the way we are
    and peace the way we live
    Yes there still is the time to turn around
    and make all hatred cease
    and give another name to living
    and we can call it peace

    (written by John Denver)
12. It’s About Time

    It’s About Time

    Theres a full moon over India and Gandhi lives again
    Whos to say you have to lose for someone else to win
    In the eyes of all the people the look is much the same
    For the first is just the last one when you play a deadly game

    Its about time we realize it were all in this together
    Its about time we find out its all of us or none
    Its about time we recognize it these changes in the weather
    Its about time, its about changes and its about time

    Theres a light in the Vatican window for all the world to see
    And a voice cries in the wilderness and sometimes he speaks for me
    I suppose I love him most of all when he kneels to kiss the land
    With his lips upon our Mothers breast he makes his strongest stand

    Its about time we start to see it the Earth is our only home
    Its about time we start to face it we cant make it here all alone
    Its about time we start to listen to the voices in the wind
    Its about time, its about changes and its about time

    Theres a man who is my brother, I just dont know his name
    But I know his home and family because I know we feel the same
    And it hurts me when hes hungry and when his children cry
    I too am a father and that little one is mine

    Its about time we begin to turn the world around
    Its about time we start to make it the dream weve always known
    Its about time we start to live the family of man
    Its about time, its about changes and its about time
    Its about peace and its about plenty and its about time
    Its about you and me together and its about time

    (written by John Denver and Glen Hardin)
13. Perhaps Love

    Perhaps Love

    Perhaps love is like a resting place
    A shelter from the storm
    It exists to give you comfort
    It is there to keep you warm
    And in those times of trouble
    When you are most alone
    The memory of love will bring you home

    Perhaps love is like a window
    Perhaps an open door
    It invites you to come close
    It wants to show you more
    And even if you lose yourself
    And dont know what to do
    The memory of love will see you through

    Oh, love to some is like a cloud
    To some as strong as steel
    For some a way of living
    For some a way to feel
    And some say love is holding on
    And some say letting go
    And some say love is everything
    And some say they dont know

    Perhaps love is like the ocean
    Full of conflict, full of change
    Like a fire when its cold outside
    Or thunder when it rains
    If I should live forever
    And all my dreams come true
    My memories of love will be of you

    (written by John Denver)
14. 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.

    (written by John Denver)