Take Me To Tomorrow - John Denver
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Take Me To Tomorrow

May 1970
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Side One
  1. Take Me To Tomorrow

    Take Me To Tomorrow

    Hey everybody, tell me how do you feel?

    Are you satisfied with your life, do you think it’s real?

    Tell me how is your head, what are your dreams?

    Do you have any plans, do you have any schemes?

    Do you care about, about anybody?

    I’d like to know, is the answer “no”?

     

    Take me to tomorrow, take me there today,

    I’ve had my fill of sorrow and living this way.

    Take me to tomorrow, that’s where I’d like to be,

    the day after tomorrow is waiting for me.

     

    Hey everybody, what’s on your mind?

    Do you think there’s nowhere else to go,

    there’s nothing left to find?

    Are you happy where you are, do you have anything to share?

    Do you think you’re gonna waste your life spending it there?

    Would you like to find a way out, do you think it’s worth a try?

    I’d like to know, is the answer “no”? Well maybe so, come on,

     

    Take me to tomorrow, take me there today,

    I’ve had my fill of sorrow and living this way.

    Take me to tomorrow, that’s where I’d like to be,

    the day after tomorrow is waiting for me.

    Take me to tomorrow, take me there today,

    I’ve had my fill of sorrow and living this way.

    Take me to tomorrow, that’s where I’d like to be,

    the day after tomorrow is waiting,

    the day after tomorrow is waiting,

    the day after tomorrow is waiting for me.

    (written by John Denver)

  2. Isabel

    Isabel

    Isabel is waiting in a room of many shadows.
    Her eyes like flashing diamonds, shining brightly from the sea.
    Her hair in silken tresses like the robe around her shoulders,
    hiding tantalizing treasures that the sun has never seen.

    Isabel is watching like a princess from the mountains,
    for the first soft snows of winter and the icy winds they bring.
    With a whisper of her sadness in the passing of the summer,
    her crown is wild red roses with a lace of forest green.

    And she wraps her arms around me and she sighs, and she sings to me in silence with her eyes, and her hair upon my pillow comforts me.

    Isabel is weeping, and her eyes are full of wonder.
    She knows that it’s the time for her, and she cannot understand.
    She’s a mistress of the moonlight, to the stars she is a sister.
    And the morning now awaits her to betray her once again.

    And she whispers as she sadly slips away, then she smiles because there’s nothing left to say.
    And she takes with her the sadness and the song.

    (written by John Denver)

  3. Follow Me

    Follow Me

    It’s by far the hardest thing I’ve 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 you’ll follow me

    It’s long been on my mind
    You know it’s been a long, long time
    I’ve 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 there’s 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 you’ll follow me

    You see I’d like to share my life with you
    And show you things I’ve seen
    Places that I’m going to places where I’ve been
    To have you there beside me and never be alone
    And all the time that you’re with me
    Then 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 say you’ll follow me

    (written by John Denver)

  4. Forest Lawn

    Forest Lawn

    Oh, lay me down in Forest Lawn in a silver casket
    with golden flowers over my head in a silver basket.
    Let the drum and bugle corp play taps while cannons roar.
    While sixteen liveried employees sell souvenirs from the funeral store.
    I wanna go simply when I go. They’ll give me a simple funeral there, I know.
    With a casket lined in fleece and the fireworks spelling out “Rest in Peace,”
    Oh, take me when I’m gone to Forest Lawn.

    Oh, lay me down in Forest Lawn, they understand there.
    They have a heavenly choir in the military band there.
    Just put me in their care, I’ll find my comfort there.
    With sixteen planes in a last salute, they’ll drop a cross in a parachute.
    I wanna go simply when I go, they’ll give me a simple funeral there I know
    With a hundred strolling strings and topless dancers with golden wings,
    Oh, take me when I’m gone to Forest Lawn.

    Oh, come, come, come, come, come to the church in the wild wood,
    Kindly leave a contribution in the pail.
    Be as simple and as trusting as a child would and we’ll sell you the church in the dale.

    To find a simple resting place is my desire.
    To lay me down with a smiling face comes a little bit higher.
    My likeness cast in brass will stand in plastic grass
    While hidden weights and springs tips it’s hat to the mourners filing past.

    I wanna go simply when I go. They’ll give me a simple funeral there I know.
    I’ll lie beneath the sand with piped-in tapes of Billy Graham,
    oh, take me when I’m gone to forest lawn.

    Rock of ages cleft for me for a slightly higher fee. Oh, take me when I’m gone to forest lawn.

    (written by Tom Paxton)

  5. Aspenglow

    Aspenglow

    See the sunlight through the pine
    Taste the warm of winter wine
    Dream of softly falling snow
    Winterskol, Aspenglow
    As the winter days unfold
    Hearts grow warmer with the cold
    Peace of mind is all you know
    Winterskol, Aspenglow.

    Aspen is a life to live, see how much there is to give
    See how strongly you believe, see how much you may receive

    Smiling faces all around
    Laughter is the only sound
    Memories that can’t grow old
    Winterskol, Aspenglow.

    Aspen is a life to live, see how much there is to give
    See how strongly you believe, see how much you may receive

    See the sunlight through the pine
    Taste the warm of winter wine.
    Dream of softly falling snow
    Winterskol, Aspenglow
    Winterskol, Aspenglow.

    (written by John Denver)

  6. Amsterdam

    Amsterdam

    In the port of Amsterdam, there’s a sailor who sings
    of the dreams that he brings from the wide open seas.
    In the port of Amsterdam, there’s a sailor who sleeps
    while the riverbank weeps through the old willow trees.
    In the port of Amsterdam, there’s a sailor who dies full of beer,
    full of cries in a drunken down fight.
    In the port of Amsterdam, there a sailor who’s born
    on a muggy hot morn, by the dawn’s early light.

    In the port of Amsterdam, where the sailors all meet,
    there’s a sailor who eats only fish heads and tails.
    He will show you his teeth that have rotted too soon
    that can swallow the moon, that can haul up the sail.
    And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide, bring me more fish, put it down by my side.
    And he wants so to belch, but he’s too full to try
    so he gets up and he laughs, and he zips up his fly.

    In the port of Amsterdam, you can see sailors dance,
    haunchs bursting their pants, grinding women to paunch.
    They’ve forgotten the tune that their whisky voice croaked,
    and they’re spitting the night with the roar of their jokes.
    And they turn and they dance, and they laugh and they lust
    to the rancid sound of the accordian’s burst.
    then it’s out into the night with their pride in their pants
    and a slut that they tow underneath the street lamps.

    In the port of Amsterdam, there’s a sailor who drinks.
    and he drinks, and he drinks, and he drinks once again.
    He drinks to the health of the whores of Amsterdam
    who have promised their love to a thousand other men.
    And they bargain their bodies and their virtue, long gone,
    for a few dirty coins, and when he can’t go on,
    he plants his nose in the sky and we wipes it up above
    then he splits like I cry for an unfaithful love,
    in the port of Amsterdam, in the port of Amsterdam, in the port of Amsterdam.

    (written by Brel & Shuman)

Side Two
  1. Anthem-Revelation

    Anthem-Revelation

    See the sun rise, open up your eyes, today is the very first day.
    Watch the morning come, now the night is gone, yesterday is so very far away.
    Trouble, you get out of my sight, you know I can’t look at you when the sun is so bright,
    You know everything’s coming together now, can’t you see?
    And I live my life in celebration that I’ve got a life to live,
    and I sing my song in revelation that I’ve got a song that I can give to you, and you know I do.

    I was blind but, now I can see, you know, I’m just learning how it feels to be free,
    you know I never really knew just what it could be before.
    And I live my life in celebration that I’ve got a life to live,
    and I sing my song in revelation that I’ve got a song that I can give to you,
    and you know I do and you know it’s true.

    (written by John Denver)

  2. Sticky Summer Weather

    Sticky Summer Weather

    Sticky summer weather always pains me. It’s like living beneath a blanket, I can’t breathe.
    The days are like an oven, the nights forever. Nothing to do, not much else to see.
    Then again, I can’t stand the thought of winter, ain’t got a fire, there’s nobody to keep me warm.
    The night is gray, and my coffee tastes so bitter, my memories go raging like a storm.

    Seems like twenty years ago it was springtime, the rain was sweet, the wind was cool and clean.
    I had a girl, she was a lady I could talk to, now its almost like she’d never been.
    I’ve been a long time looking for rainbows, trying to find a way to believe in tomorrow.

    There was a time I think when I remember dreaming, there was a reason I can’t find it now.
    As I recall, it almost made my life worth living. It must be hiding like the sun behind the clouds.
    I’ve been a long time looking for rainbows, trying to find a way to believe in tomorrow.

    Sticky summer weather always pains me. It’s like living beneath a blanket, I can’t breathe.
    The days are like an oven, the nights forever. Nothing to do, not much else to see.
    I’m spending a long time looking for rainbows.

    (written by John Denver)

  3. Carolina In My Mind

    Carolina In My Mind

    In my mind I’m going to Carolina. Can’t you see the sunshine,
    can’t you just feel the moon shining?
    Ain’t it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind and I’m going to Carolina in my mind.

    Karen she’s a silver sun, you best walk her way and watch it shine,
    watch her watch the morning come.
    A silver tear’s appearing now, I’m crying, ain’t I? I’m going to Carolina in my mind.

    There ain’t no doubt it no one’s mind that loves the finest thing around,
    whisper something soft and kind.
    And hey, babe, the sky’s on fire, I’m dying, ain’t I? I’m going to Carolina in my mind.

    In my mind I’m going to Carolina. Can’t you see the sunshine,
    can’t you just feel the moon shining?
    Ain’t it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind and I’m going to Carolina in my mind.

    Dark and silent late last night, I think I might have heard the highway call.
    Geese in flight and dogs that bite.
    Signs that might be omens say I’m going. I’m going, I’m going to Carolina in my mind.

    With a holy host of others standing round me, still I’m on the dark side of the moon.
    and it seems like it goes on like this forever, you must forgive me if it’s up and

    In my mind I’m going to Carolina. Can’t you see the sunshine,
    can’t you just feel the moon shining?
    Ain’t it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind and I’m going to Carolina in my mind,
    in my mind I’m going to Carolina.
    Can’t you see the sunshine, can’t you just feel the moon shining?
    Ain’t it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind and I’m going to Carolina in my mind.

    (written by James Taylor)

  4. Jimmy Newman

    Jimmy Newman

    Get up Jimmy Newman, the morning is come. The engines are rumbling, the coffee’s all brewed.
    Get up Jimmy Newman, there’s work to be done, and why do you lie there still sleeping?
    There’s a waiting line forming to use the latrine, and the sun is just opening the skies.
    The breakfast they’re serving just has to be seen, and you’ve only to open your eyes.

    Get up Jimmy Newman, the radio’s on, the news is all bad, but it’s good for a laugh.
    The tent flap is loose and the peg must be gone, and why do you lie there still sleeping?
    The night nurse is gone and the sexy one’s here, and she tells us such beautiful lies.
    Her uniform’s tight, on her marvelous rear, and you’ve only to open your eyes.

    Get up Jimmy Newman, you’re missing the fun. They’re talking us next, Jim it’s time to go home.
    It’s over for us, there’s no more to be done, and why do you lie there still sleeping?
    It’s state side for us, Jim, the folks may not know, and we’ll let it be such a surprise.
    They’re loading us next, Jim we’re ready to go, and you’ve only to open your eyes.

    And you’ve only to open your eyes. Oh my God, Jimmy, open your eyes.

    (written by Tom Paxton)

  5. Molly

    Molly

    When I was a young man, I ran away from home, I went to join the circus.
    Went to see the cotton candy whirl and make me lots of money on my own
    for Molly, oh my pretty Molly but she’s waiting all alone.
    Someday soon I will return to her.

    Then I made the big time, bright lights, show biz, I’m really in the circus.
    There’s only one thing wrong- I haven’t saved a peony on my own
    for Molly, oh my pretty Molly but she’s writing everyday.
    Molly understands so it’s okay.

    Ride a windy box car, see a thousand children young and old.
    Oh, that grease paint smile can hide your soul.
    Here comes a carousel, guess which town it is, feel the thrill.
    Grease paint covers everything but winters chill.

    I reading Molly’s letter.
    The ink is fading and the page is turning yellow,
    long ago I promised Molly, don’t you know I…
    I will close my eyes and go to her.

    (written by Biff Rose)

Side One
  1. Take Me To Tomorrow

    Take Me To Tomorrow

    Hey everybody, tell me how do you feel?

    Are you satisfied with your life, do you think it’s real?

    Tell me how is your head, what are your dreams?

    Do you have any plans, do you have any schemes?

    Do you care about, about anybody?

    I’d like to know, is the answer “no”?

     

    Take me to tomorrow, take me there today,

    I’ve had my fill of sorrow and living this way.

    Take me to tomorrow, that’s where I’d like to be,

    the day after tomorrow is waiting for me.

     

    Hey everybody, what’s on your mind?

    Do you think there’s nowhere else to go,

    there’s nothing left to find?

    Are you happy where you are, do you have anything to share?

    Do you think you’re gonna waste your life spending it there?

    Would you like to find a way out, do you think it’s worth a try?

    I’d like to know, is the answer “no”? Well maybe so, come on,

     

    Take me to tomorrow, take me there today,

    I’ve had my fill of sorrow and living this way.

    Take me to tomorrow, that’s where I’d like to be,

    the day after tomorrow is waiting for me.

    Take me to tomorrow, take me there today,

    I’ve had my fill of sorrow and living this way.

    Take me to tomorrow, that’s where I’d like to be,

    the day after tomorrow is waiting,

    the day after tomorrow is waiting,

    the day after tomorrow is waiting for me.

    (written by John Denver)

  2. Isabel

    Isabel

    Isabel is waiting in a room of many shadows.
    Her eyes like flashing diamonds, shining brightly from the sea.
    Her hair in silken tresses like the robe around her shoulders,
    hiding tantalizing treasures that the sun has never seen.

    Isabel is watching like a princess from the mountains,
    for the first soft snows of winter and the icy winds they bring.
    With a whisper of her sadness in the passing of the summer,
    her crown is wild red roses with a lace of forest green.

    And she wraps her arms around me and she sighs, and she sings to me in silence with her eyes, and her hair upon my pillow comforts me.

    Isabel is weeping, and her eyes are full of wonder.
    She knows that it’s the time for her, and she cannot understand.
    She’s a mistress of the moonlight, to the stars she is a sister.
    And the morning now awaits her to betray her once again.

    And she whispers as she sadly slips away, then she smiles because there’s nothing left to say.
    And she takes with her the sadness and the song.

    (written by John Denver)

  3. Follow Me

    Follow Me

    It’s by far the hardest thing I’ve 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 you’ll follow me

    It’s long been on my mind
    You know it’s been a long, long time
    I’ve 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 there’s 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 you’ll follow me

    You see I’d like to share my life with you
    And show you things I’ve seen
    Places that I’m going to places where I’ve been
    To have you there beside me and never be alone
    And all the time that you’re with me
    Then 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 say you’ll follow me

    (written by John Denver)

  4. Forest Lawn

    Forest Lawn

    Oh, lay me down in Forest Lawn in a silver casket
    with golden flowers over my head in a silver basket.
    Let the drum and bugle corp play taps while cannons roar.
    While sixteen liveried employees sell souvenirs from the funeral store.
    I wanna go simply when I go. They’ll give me a simple funeral there, I know.
    With a casket lined in fleece and the fireworks spelling out “Rest in Peace,”
    Oh, take me when I’m gone to Forest Lawn.

    Oh, lay me down in Forest Lawn, they understand there.
    They have a heavenly choir in the military band there.
    Just put me in their care, I’ll find my comfort there.
    With sixteen planes in a last salute, they’ll drop a cross in a parachute.
    I wanna go simply when I go, they’ll give me a simple funeral there I know
    With a hundred strolling strings and topless dancers with golden wings,
    Oh, take me when I’m gone to Forest Lawn.

    Oh, come, come, come, come, come to the church in the wild wood,
    Kindly leave a contribution in the pail.
    Be as simple and as trusting as a child would and we’ll sell you the church in the dale.

    To find a simple resting place is my desire.
    To lay me down with a smiling face comes a little bit higher.
    My likeness cast in brass will stand in plastic grass
    While hidden weights and springs tips it’s hat to the mourners filing past.

    I wanna go simply when I go. They’ll give me a simple funeral there I know.
    I’ll lie beneath the sand with piped-in tapes of Billy Graham,
    oh, take me when I’m gone to forest lawn.

    Rock of ages cleft for me for a slightly higher fee. Oh, take me when I’m gone to forest lawn.

    (written by Tom Paxton)

  5. Aspenglow

    Aspenglow

    See the sunlight through the pine
    Taste the warm of winter wine
    Dream of softly falling snow
    Winterskol, Aspenglow
    As the winter days unfold
    Hearts grow warmer with the cold
    Peace of mind is all you know
    Winterskol, Aspenglow.

    Aspen is a life to live, see how much there is to give
    See how strongly you believe, see how much you may receive

    Smiling faces all around
    Laughter is the only sound
    Memories that can’t grow old
    Winterskol, Aspenglow.

    Aspen is a life to live, see how much there is to give
    See how strongly you believe, see how much you may receive

    See the sunlight through the pine
    Taste the warm of winter wine.
    Dream of softly falling snow
    Winterskol, Aspenglow
    Winterskol, Aspenglow.

    (written by John Denver)

  6. Amsterdam

    Amsterdam

    In the port of Amsterdam, there’s a sailor who sings
    of the dreams that he brings from the wide open seas.
    In the port of Amsterdam, there’s a sailor who sleeps
    while the riverbank weeps through the old willow trees.
    In the port of Amsterdam, there’s a sailor who dies full of beer,
    full of cries in a drunken down fight.
    In the port of Amsterdam, there a sailor who’s born
    on a muggy hot morn, by the dawn’s early light.

    In the port of Amsterdam, where the sailors all meet,
    there’s a sailor who eats only fish heads and tails.
    He will show you his teeth that have rotted too soon
    that can swallow the moon, that can haul up the sail.
    And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide, bring me more fish, put it down by my side.
    And he wants so to belch, but he’s too full to try
    so he gets up and he laughs, and he zips up his fly.

    In the port of Amsterdam, you can see sailors dance,
    haunchs bursting their pants, grinding women to paunch.
    They’ve forgotten the tune that their whisky voice croaked,
    and they’re spitting the night with the roar of their jokes.
    And they turn and they dance, and they laugh and they lust
    to the rancid sound of the accordian’s burst.
    then it’s out into the night with their pride in their pants
    and a slut that they tow underneath the street lamps.

    In the port of Amsterdam, there’s a sailor who drinks.
    and he drinks, and he drinks, and he drinks once again.
    He drinks to the health of the whores of Amsterdam
    who have promised their love to a thousand other men.
    And they bargain their bodies and their virtue, long gone,
    for a few dirty coins, and when he can’t go on,
    he plants his nose in the sky and we wipes it up above
    then he splits like I cry for an unfaithful love,
    in the port of Amsterdam, in the port of Amsterdam, in the port of Amsterdam.

    (written by Brel & Shuman)

Side Two
  1. Anthem-Revelation

    Anthem-Revelation

    See the sun rise, open up your eyes, today is the very first day.
    Watch the morning come, now the night is gone, yesterday is so very far away.
    Trouble, you get out of my sight, you know I can’t look at you when the sun is so bright,
    You know everything’s coming together now, can’t you see?
    And I live my life in celebration that I’ve got a life to live,
    and I sing my song in revelation that I’ve got a song that I can give to you, and you know I do.

    I was blind but, now I can see, you know, I’m just learning how it feels to be free,
    you know I never really knew just what it could be before.
    And I live my life in celebration that I’ve got a life to live,
    and I sing my song in revelation that I’ve got a song that I can give to you,
    and you know I do and you know it’s true.

    (written by John Denver)

  2. Sticky Summer Weather

    Sticky Summer Weather

    Sticky summer weather always pains me. It’s like living beneath a blanket, I can’t breathe.
    The days are like an oven, the nights forever. Nothing to do, not much else to see.
    Then again, I can’t stand the thought of winter, ain’t got a fire, there’s nobody to keep me warm.
    The night is gray, and my coffee tastes so bitter, my memories go raging like a storm.

    Seems like twenty years ago it was springtime, the rain was sweet, the wind was cool and clean.
    I had a girl, she was a lady I could talk to, now its almost like she’d never been.
    I’ve been a long time looking for rainbows, trying to find a way to believe in tomorrow.

    There was a time I think when I remember dreaming, there was a reason I can’t find it now.
    As I recall, it almost made my life worth living. It must be hiding like the sun behind the clouds.
    I’ve been a long time looking for rainbows, trying to find a way to believe in tomorrow.

    Sticky summer weather always pains me. It’s like living beneath a blanket, I can’t breathe.
    The days are like an oven, the nights forever. Nothing to do, not much else to see.
    I’m spending a long time looking for rainbows.

    (written by John Denver)

  3. Carolina In My Mind

    Carolina In My Mind

    In my mind I’m going to Carolina. Can’t you see the sunshine,
    can’t you just feel the moon shining?
    Ain’t it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind and I’m going to Carolina in my mind.

    Karen she’s a silver sun, you best walk her way and watch it shine,
    watch her watch the morning come.
    A silver tear’s appearing now, I’m crying, ain’t I? I’m going to Carolina in my mind.

    There ain’t no doubt it no one’s mind that loves the finest thing around,
    whisper something soft and kind.
    And hey, babe, the sky’s on fire, I’m dying, ain’t I? I’m going to Carolina in my mind.

    In my mind I’m going to Carolina. Can’t you see the sunshine,
    can’t you just feel the moon shining?
    Ain’t it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind and I’m going to Carolina in my mind.

    Dark and silent late last night, I think I might have heard the highway call.
    Geese in flight and dogs that bite.
    Signs that might be omens say I’m going. I’m going, I’m going to Carolina in my mind.

    With a holy host of others standing round me, still I’m on the dark side of the moon.
    and it seems like it goes on like this forever, you must forgive me if it’s up and

    In my mind I’m going to Carolina. Can’t you see the sunshine,
    can’t you just feel the moon shining?
    Ain’t it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind and I’m going to Carolina in my mind,
    in my mind I’m going to Carolina.
    Can’t you see the sunshine, can’t you just feel the moon shining?
    Ain’t it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind and I’m going to Carolina in my mind.

    (written by James Taylor)

  4. Jimmy Newman

    Jimmy Newman

    Get up Jimmy Newman, the morning is come. The engines are rumbling, the coffee’s all brewed.
    Get up Jimmy Newman, there’s work to be done, and why do you lie there still sleeping?
    There’s a waiting line forming to use the latrine, and the sun is just opening the skies.
    The breakfast they’re serving just has to be seen, and you’ve only to open your eyes.

    Get up Jimmy Newman, the radio’s on, the news is all bad, but it’s good for a laugh.
    The tent flap is loose and the peg must be gone, and why do you lie there still sleeping?
    The night nurse is gone and the sexy one’s here, and she tells us such beautiful lies.
    Her uniform’s tight, on her marvelous rear, and you’ve only to open your eyes.

    Get up Jimmy Newman, you’re missing the fun. They’re talking us next, Jim it’s time to go home.
    It’s over for us, there’s no more to be done, and why do you lie there still sleeping?
    It’s state side for us, Jim, the folks may not know, and we’ll let it be such a surprise.
    They’re loading us next, Jim we’re ready to go, and you’ve only to open your eyes.

    And you’ve only to open your eyes. Oh my God, Jimmy, open your eyes.

    (written by Tom Paxton)

  5. Molly

    Molly

    When I was a young man, I ran away from home, I went to join the circus.
    Went to see the cotton candy whirl and make me lots of money on my own
    for Molly, oh my pretty Molly but she’s waiting all alone.
    Someday soon I will return to her.

    Then I made the big time, bright lights, show biz, I’m really in the circus.
    There’s only one thing wrong- I haven’t saved a peony on my own
    for Molly, oh my pretty Molly but she’s writing everyday.
    Molly understands so it’s okay.

    Ride a windy box car, see a thousand children young and old.
    Oh, that grease paint smile can hide your soul.
    Here comes a carousel, guess which town it is, feel the thrill.
    Grease paint covers everything but winters chill.

    I reading Molly’s letter.
    The ink is fading and the page is turning yellow,
    long ago I promised Molly, don’t you know I…
    I will close my eyes and go to her.

    (written by Biff Rose)

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