Music

Side One

1. 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?

   (written by John Denver)
2. Let It Be

   Let It Be

   When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me,
   Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
   And in my hour of darkness, she is standing right in front of me,
   Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

   Let it be, let it be. Let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

   And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree,
   There will be an answer, let it be.
   For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see
   There will be an answer, let it be.

   Let it be, let it be. Let it be, let it be. There will be an answer, let it be.
   Let it be, let it be. Let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

   And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on me,
   Shine on until tomorrow, let it be.
   I wake up to the sound of music, Mother Mary comes to me,

   Let it be, let it be. Let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.
   Let it be, let it be. Let it be, let it be. There will be an answer, let it be.
   Let it be, let it be. Let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

   (written by John Lennon & Paul McCartney)
3. 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.

   (written by John Denver)
4. Wooden Indian

   Wooden Indian

   I was a red man, I was proud, I was strong.
   You were the white man and you stole away my home.
   Now I am a wooden Indian, painted dreams inside my head.
   Times the way you bring me down make me wish that I was dead.

   I was a red man, in my passing made no sound.
   You were the white man and you drove me in the ground.
   Now I am a wooden Indian standing silent in the rain.
   I swear by my grandfather’s father, we’re gonna rise again.

   I was a red man, I was proud, I was strong.
   You were the white man and you stole away my home.
   Now I am a wooden Indian standing silent in the rain.
   I swear by my grandfather’s father, we’re gonna rise again.

   (written by John Denver)
5. Junk

   Junk

   Motorcars, handlebars, bicycles for two, brokenhearted jubilee.
   Parachutes, army boots, sleeping bags for two, sentimental jamboree.

   Buy, Buy says the sign in the shop window, why, why says the junk in the yard.

   Buy, Buy says the sign in the shop window, why, why says the junk in the yard.

   Candlesticks, building bricks, something old and new, memories for you and me.

   (written by Paul McCartney)
6. Gospel Changes

   Gospel Changes

   The Prodigal Son, he’d been away a while,
   he was working his way back home now over many a ragged mile.
   When he finally crossed the river and his father saw him near,
   there was a joyful sound, for all the world to hear.

   I listened to what the Good Book said and it made good sense to me,
   talking about reaping what you’re sowing, people trying to be free.
   Now we’ve got new names and faces, this time around,
   Gospel changes, Lord, still going down.

   Jesus, He did not doubt His gifts, though He knew that He had not long to live.
   He took care of the business of teaching us how to fly,
   then He bowed His head and laid down to die.

   I listened to what the Good Book said and it made good sense to me,
   talking about reaping what you’re sowing, people trying to be free.
   Now we’ve got new names and faces, this time around,
   Gospel changes, Lord, still going down.

   Jerusalem I see you standing high,
   but if you lose your salvation, there’ll be no tears left to cry.
   Now some men worship a Golden Calf while others are bought and sold,
   and if we live like that, brother we’ll pay the toll.

   I listened to what the Good Book said and it made good sense to me,
   talking about reaping what you’re sowing, people trying to be free.
   Now we’ve got new names and faces, this time around,
   Gospel changes, Lord, still going down.
   Yeah, yeah, yeah, Gospel changes, Lord, still going down.

   (written by J. Williams)

Side Two

1. 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
2. I Guess He’d Rather be In Colorado

   I Guess He’d Rather be In Colorado

   I guess he’d rather be in Colorado.
   He’d rather spend his time out where the sky looks like a pearl after the rain.
   Once again I see him walking, once again I hear him talking
   to the stars he makes and asking them the bus fare.

   I guess he’d rather be in Colorado.
   He’d rather play his banjo in the morning when the moon is scarcely gone.
   In the dawn the subway’s coming, in the dawn I hear him humming
   some old song he wrote of love in Boulder Canyon. I guess he’d rather be in Colorado.

   I guess he’d rather be in Colorado.
   I guess he’d rather work out where the only thing you earn is what you spend.
   In the end up in his office, in the end a quiet cough is all he has to show,
   he lives in New York City. I guess he’d rather be in Colorado.

   (written by Bill Danoff and Taffy Nivert)
3. 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)
4. Around and Around

   Around and Around

   
   Time as I’ve known it doesn’t take much time to pass by me.
   Minutes into days, turn into months turn into years, they hurry by me.
   Still I love to see the sun go down and the world go around.

   Dreams full of promises, hopes for the future I’ve had many.
   Dreams I can’t remember now, hopes that I’ve forgotten, faded memories.
   Still I love to see the sun go down and the world go around.

   And I love to see the morning as it steals across the sky,
   I love to remember and I love to wonder why,
   and I hope that I’m around so I can be there when I die, when I’m gone.

   I hope that you will think of me in moments when you’re happy and you’re smiling.
   that the thought will comfort you  on cold and cloudy days if you are crying.
   And that you’ll love to see the sun go down and the world go around and around and around.

   (written by John Denver)
5. Fire and Rain

   Fire and Rain

   Just yesterday morning, they let me know you were gone.
   Suzanne, the plans they made put an end to you.
   I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song, I just can’t remember who to send it to.
   I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain, I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end.
   I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend,
   but I always thought that I’d see you again.

   Won’t you look down upon me, Jesus? You gotta help me make a stand,
   you just got to see me through another day.
   My body’s aching and my time is at hand, and I won’t make it any other way.
   I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain, I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end.
   I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend,
   but I always thought that I’d see you again.

   I’ve been walking my mind to an easy time, my back turned towards the sun.
   Lord knows when the cold wind blows it’ll turn your head around.
   But there’s hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things to come,
   sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground.
   I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain, I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end.
   I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend,
   but I always thought that I’d see you again.

   (written by James Taylor)
6. The Box

   The Box

   Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, around about the wondrous days of yore, they came across a kind of
   box, bound up with chains and locked with locks and labeled “Kindly do not touch; it’s war.”

   A decree was issued round about, and all with a flourish and a shout and a gaily-colored mascot tripping lightly
   on before. Don’t fiddle with this deadly box, or break the chains, or pick the locks. And please don’t ever play about
   with war.

   The children understood. Children happen to be good and they were just as good around the time of yore. They
   didn’t try to pick the locks or break into that deadly box. They never tried to play about with war. Mommies didn’t
   either; sisters, aunts, grannies neither. They were quiet, and sweet, and pretty in those wondrous days of yore.
   Well, very much the same as now, not the ones to blame somehow for opening up that deadly box of war.

   But someone did. Someone battered in the lid and spilled the insides out across the floor. A kind of bouncy,
   bumpy ball made up of guns and flags and all the tears, and horror, and death that comes with war. It bounced
   right out and went bashing all about, bumping into everything in store. And what was sad and most unfair was
   that it didn’t really seem to care much who it bumped, or why, or what, or for.

   It bumped the children mainly. And I’ll tell you this quite plainly, it bumps them every day and more, and more, and
   leaves them dead, and burned, and dying, thousands of them sick and crying. Cause when it bumps, it’s really
   very sore.

   Now there’s a way to stop the ball. It isn’t difficult at all. All it takes is wisdom, and I’m absolutely sure that we can
   get it back into the box, and bind the chains, and lock the locks. But no one seems to want to save the children
   anymore.

   Well, that’s the way it all appears, cause it’s been bouncing round for years and years. In spite of all the wisdom â
   €˜wiz since those wondrous days of yore and the time they came across the box, bound up with chains and
   locked with locks, and labeled “Kindly do not touch; it’s war.”

   (written by Lascelles Abercrombie)