Music

Side One

1. 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)
2. Mother Nature’s Son

   Mother Nature’s Son

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

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

   Mother Nature’s son.

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

   Paradise

   When I was a child, my family would travel
   down to western Kentucky where my parents were born.
   There’s a backwards old town that’s often remembered, so my times that my memories are worn.
   And daddy, won’t you take me back to Muhlenberg County,
   down by the Green River where paradise lay?
   Well, I’m sorry, my son, but you’re too late in asking.
   Mister Peabody’s coal train just hauled it away.

   Well sometimes we’d travel right down the Green River
   to the abandoned old prison down by Adrie Hill,
   where the air smelled like snakes and we’d shoot with our pistols,
   but empty pop bottles was all we would kill.
   And daddy, won’t you take me back to Muhlenberg County,
   down by the Green River where paradise lay?
   Well, I’m sorry, my son, but you’re too late in asking.
   Mister Peabody’s coal train just hauled it away.

   Well, the coal company came with the world’s largest shovel,
   and they tortured the timber and stripped all the land.
   And they dug for their coal till the land was forsaken, wrote it all down as the progress of man.
   And daddy, won’t you take me back to Muhlenberg County,
   down by the Green River where paradise lay?
   Well, I’m sorry, my son, but you’re too late in asking.
   Mister Peabody’s coal train just hauled it away.
   And daddy, won’t you take me back to Muhlenberg County,
   down by the Green River where paradise lay?
   Well, I’m sorry, my son, but you’re too late in asking.
   Mister Peabody’s coal train just hauled it away.

   (written by John Prine)
4. For Baby (For Bobbie)

   For Baby (For Bobbie)

   I’ll walk in the rain by your side, I’ll cling to the warmth of your hand.
   I’ll do anything to keep you satisfied, I’ll love you more than anybody can.
   And the wind will whisper your name to me, little birds will sing along in time.
   Leaves will bow down when you walk by and morning bells will chime.

   I’ll be there when you’re feeling down to kiss away the tears that you cry.
   I’ll share with you all the happiness I’ve found, a reflection of the love in your eyes.
   And I’ll sing you the songs of the rainbow, a whisper of the joy that is mine.
   Leaves will bow down when you walk by and morning bells will chime.

   I’ll walk in the rain by your side, I’ll cling to the warmth of your tiny hand.
   I’ll do anything to help you understand, and I’ll love you more than anybody can.
   And the wind will whisper your name to me, little birds will sing along in time.
   Leaves will bow down when you walk by and morning bells will chime.

   (written by John Denver)
5. Darcy Farrow

   Darcy Farrow

   Where the walker runs down to the Carson Valley Plain,
   there lived a maiden, Darcy Farrow was her name.
   The daughter of old Dundee, and a fair one was she,
   the sweetest flower that bloomed o’er the range.
   Her voice was as sweet as sugar candy, her touch was as soft as a bed of goose down.
   Her eyes shone bright like the pretty lights that shine in the night out of Yerrington town.
   She was courted by young Vandamere. A fine lad was he as I am to hear.
   He gave her silver rings and lacy things. She promised to wed before the snows came that year.
   But her pony did stumble, and she did fall. Her dying touched the hearts of us one and all.
   Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet through his brain,
   We buried them together as the snows began to fall.

   They sing of Darcy Farrow where the Truckee runs through,
   they sing of her beauty in Virginia City, too.
   At dusky sundown to her name they drink a round and to young Vandy whose love was true.

   (written by Steve Gillette & Tom Campbell)
6. Prisoners

   Prisoners

   Josie works the counter at the downtown five and dime, anything at all to help her pass the time.
   Her mama keeps the baby and grandpa rambles on about the good times playing in his mind.
   It’s a hard life living when you’re lonely, it’s a long night sleeping alone.
   It’s a hard time waiting for tomorrow, it’s a long, long way home.

   Josie spends the evening with the people in the pages of the paperback she picked up at the store.
   Or sometimes it’s the TV, or she’ll try to write a letter, oh, they don’t come too often anymore.
   It’s a hard life living when you’re lonely, it’s a long night sleeping alone.
   It’s a hard time waiting for tomorrow, it’s a long, long way home.

   I stare at the gray walls before me, I see her face in the stone.
   I try to imagine our baby, I wish they would let me go home. I wish they would let me go home.
   (I wish they would let me go home) It’s a hard life living when you’re lonely,
   (I wish they would let me go home) It’s a long night sleeping alone.
   (I wish they would let me go home) It’s a hard time waiting for tomorrow,
   (I wish they would let me go home) It’s a long, long way home.
   (I wish they would let me go home) It’s a long, long way home.
   (I wish they would let me go home) Bringing me and the other boys home,
   (I wish they would let me go home) Bringing me and the other boys home.

   (written by John Denver)

Side Two

1. Goodbye Again

   Goodbye Again

   It’s five o’clock this morning and the sun is on the rise.
   There’s frosting on the windowpane and sorrow in your eyes.
   The stars are fading quietly, night is nearly gone.
   And so you turn away from me and tears begin to come,
   and it’s goodbye again, I’m sorry to be leaving you.
   Goodbye again, as if you didn’t know, it’s goodbye again,
   and I wish you could tell me, why do we always fight when I have to go?

   It seems a shame to leave you now, you lay so soft and warm.
   I long to lay me down again and hold you in my arms.
   I long to kiss your tears away and give you back your smile.
   But other voices beckon me and for a little while it’s goodbye again,
   Goodbye again, as if you didn’t know, it’s goodbye again,
   and I wish you could tell me, why do we always fight when I have to go?

   I have to go and see some friends of mine and some that I don’t know,
   and some who aren’t familiar with my name.
   It’s something that’s inside of me, not hard to understand, it’s anyone who’ll listen to me sing.

   If your hours are empty now, who am I to blame?
   Do you think if I were always here, our love would be the same?
   As it is, the time we have is worth the time alone.
   And lying by your side’s the greatest peace I’ve ever known, and it’s goodbye again,
   Goodbye again, as if you didn’t know, it’s goodbye again,
   and I wish you could tell me, why do we always fight when I have to go?

   (written by John Denver)
2. Season Suite: Summer, Fall, Winter, Late Winter, Early Spring, Spring

   Season Suite: Summer, Fall, Winter, Late Winter, Early Spring, Spring

   Summer

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

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

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

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

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

   Fall

   Reflections on the water, like shadows in my mind,
   speak to me of passing days and nights and passing time.
   The falling leaves are whispering, winter’s on its way.
   I close my eyes remembering the warmth of yesterday.
   It seems a shame to see September swallowed by the wind.
   And more than that, it’s oh, so sad to see the summer end.
   And though the changing colors are a lovely thing to see,
   if it were mine to make the change I think I’d let it be.
   But I don’t remember hearing anybody asking me.

   Winter

   It’s cold and it’s getting colder. It’s gray and white and winter all around.
   And oh, I must be getting older, all this snow is trying to get me down.
   There’s a fire in the corner slowly dying, sometimes I just don’t feel like going on anymore.
   And yet I know it’s more than worth the waiting for another chance to see the summer sun,
   come on, shine on me.

   There’s a fire in the corner slowly dying, sometimes I just don’t feel like going on anymore.
   And yet I know it’s more than worth the waiting for another chance to see the summer sun,
   come on, shine on me.

   Spring

   Open up your eyes and see the brand new day, the clear blue sky and brightly shining sun.
   Open up your ears and hear the breezes say: “everything that’s cold and gray is gone.”
   Open up your hands and feel the rain come down,
   taste the wind and smell the flowers’ sweet perfume.
   Open up your mind and let the light come in, the earth has been reborn and life goes on.
   Do you care what’s happening around you? Do your senses know the changes when they come?
   Can you see yourself reflected in the seasons? Can you understand the need to carry on?

   Riding on the tapestry of all there is to see, so many ways and oh, so many things.
   Rejoicing in the differences, there’s no one just like me.
   Yet as different as we are, we’re still the same.
   And oh, I love the life within me, I feel a part of everything I see.
   And oh, I love the life around me, a part of everything is here in me.
   A part of everything is here in me, a part of everything is here in me.

   (Derek, there were some good things in there…)

   (written by John Denver)