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 and Mike Taylor)
2. 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)
3. 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)
4. Back Home Again

   Back Home Again

   There’s a storm across the valley, clouds are rolling in,
   the afternoon is heavy on your shoulders.
   There’s a truck out on the four lane, a mile or more away,
   the whining of his wheels just makes it colder.

   He’s an hour away from riding on your prayers up in the sky
   and ten days on the road are barely gone.
   There’s a fire softly burning, supper’s on the stove,
   but it’s the light in your eyes that makes him warm.

   Hey, it’s good to be back home again.
   Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend.
   Yes, and hey, it’s good to be back home again.

   There’s all the news to tell him, how’s you spend your time,
   and what’s the latest thing the neighbors say?
   And your mother called last Friday, “Sunshine” made her cry
   and you felt the baby move just yesterday.

   Hey, it’s good to be back home again.
   Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend.
   Yes, and hey, it’s good to be back home again.

   Oh, the time that I can lay this tired old body down,
   and feel your fingers feather soft upon me.
   The kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way,
   the happiness that living with you brings me.

   It’s the sweetest thing I know of, just spending time with you.
   It’s the little things that make a house a home.
   Like a fire softly burning and supper on the stove,
   the light in your eyes that makes me warm.

   Hey, it’s good to be back home again.
   Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend.
   Yes, and hey, it’s good to be back home again.

   Hey, it’s good to be back home again.
   Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend.
   Yes, and hey, it’s good to be back home again.
   I said hey, it’s good to be back home again.

   (written by John Denver)
5. 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)
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. 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)
8. You Say The Battle Is Over

   You Say The Battle Is Over

   And you say that the battle is over, and you say that the war is all done.
   Go tell it to those with the wind in their nose who run from the sound of the gun.
   And write it on the sides of the great whaling-ships,
   or on ice floes where conscience is tossed.
   With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die,
   and it’s we who must measure the loss.

   And you say that the battle is over, and finally the world is at peace.
   You mean no one is dying, and mothers don’t weep, or it’s not in the papers, at least.
   There are those who would deal in the darkness of life,
   there are those who would tear down the sun.
   And most men are ruthless, but some will still weep
   when the gifts we were given are gone.

   Now the blame cannot fall on the heads of a few, it’s become such a part of the race.
   It’s eternally tragic when that which is magic be killed at the end of the glorious chase.
   From young seals to great whales, from waters to wood,
   they will fall just like weeds in the wind.
   With fur coats and perfumes and trophies on walls, what a hell of a race to call men.

   And you say that the battle is over, and you say that the war is all done.
   Go tell it to those with the wind in their nose who run from the sound of the gun.
   And write it on the sides of the great whaling-ships,
   or on ice floes where conscience is tossed.
   With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die,
   and it’s we who must measure the loss.
   With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die,
   and it’s we who must measure the loss.

   (written by David  Mallett)
9. Eagles And Horses

   Eagles And Horses

   Horses are creatures who worship the earth as they gallop on feet of ivory.
   Constrained by the wonder of dying and birth, the horses still run, they are free.
   My body is merely the shell of my soul but the flesh must be given its due.
   Like a pony that carries its rider back home, like an old friend that’s tried and been true.
   I had a vision of eagles and horses high on a ridge in a race with the wind.
   Going higher and higher and faster and faster, on eagles and horses, I’m flying again.

   Eagles inhabit the heavenly heights, they know neither limit nor bound.
   They’re the guardian angels of darkness and light, they see all and hear every sound.
   My spirit will never be broken or caught for the soul is a free-flying thing.
   Like an eagle that needs neither comfort nor thought to rise up on glorious wings.
   I had a vision of eagles and horses high on a ridge in a race with the wind.

   My body is merely the shell of my soul, but the flesh must be given its due.
   Like a pony that carries its master back home, like an old friend that’s tried and been true.
   My spirit will never be broken or caught for the soul is a free-flying thing.
   Like an eagle that needs neither comfort nor thought to rise up on glorious wings.
   I had a vision of eagles and horses high on a ridge in a race with the wind.

   (written by John Denver and Joe Henry)
10. 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 oer the range

    Her voice was as sweet as the sugar candy
    Her touch was as soft as a bed of goose down
    Her eyes shone bright like the pretty lights
    That shone 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
    And she promised to wed before the snows came that year

    But her pony did stumble and she did fall
    Her dyin touched the hearts of us one and all
    Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet through his brain
    And 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)
11. 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)
12. Me & My Uncle

    Me & My Uncle

    Me and my uncle went a’ridin’ down
    from Colorado, West Texas bound
    We stopped over in Santa Fe
    The part of being about half way.
    Besides it was the hottest part of the day.

    We led our ponies into a stall.
    Went to a bar, boys.
    Bought drinks for all.
    Two days in the saddle, my body hurt,
    and being summer, took off my shirt,
    and tried to wash off some of that dusty dirt.

    West Texas cowboys, all over town,
    with gold and silver, they’re loaded down.
    Just in for round up
    You know it seemed a shame
    And so my uncle starts a friendly game
    High-low jack, the winner takes the game.

    From the beginning my uncle started to win.
    Them Texas cowboys they was mad as sin.
    Some said “he’s cheatin’!”
    Ah, but that can’t be, because my uncle, well, he’s as honest as me.
    I’m about as honest as a Denver man can be.

    One of them cowboys, you know he started to draw.
    I grabbed a bottle, slapped him on the jaw.
    I had to shoot another, now he won’t grow old
    In the confusion my uncle grabbed the gold.
    We hightailed it down to Mexico,
    Mexico, way down to Mexico.

    God bless cowboys
    God bless gold
    God bless my uncle, God rest his soul
    He taught me well, boys
    He taught me all I know
    Taught me so that I grabbed the gold
    left him lying there by the side of the road.

    (written by John Phillips)
13. 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)
14. Leaving, On A Jet Plane/Goodbye Again

    Leaving, On A Jet Plane/Goodbye Again

    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)

Side Two

1. Bet On The Blues

   Bet On The Blues

   Five hundred’ll buy you a stack. Bet it on the red or the black and you’ll lose, bet on the blues.
   You tell me you’re a gambling man.
   Try to beat the house if you can and you lose, bet on the blues.
   If you’re looking to get an inside slant,
   if you’re looking for something so good you can’t refuse, bet on the blues.
   Find a man who thinks he’s over the hump,
   I’m here to tell you he’s a kind of a chump you can use, bet on the blues, bet on the blues.

   Lucky old sun is shining today. Even money says you’ll be paying some dues, bet on the blues.
   You say you found your lady fair.
   Eight to five she’s wearing her traveling shoes, bet on the blues.
   Five hundred’ll buy you a stack. Bet it on the red or the black and you’ll lose, bet on the blues.
   You tell me you’re a gambling man.
   Try to beat the house if you can and you lose, bet on the blues.
   If you’re looking to get an inside slant,
   if you’re looking for something so good you can’t refuse, bet on the blues, bet on the blues,
   bet on the blues, bet on the blues, bet on the blues.

   (written by Tom Paxton)
2. The Harder They Fall

   The Harder They Fall

   Aspen, Colorado on a Saturday night, Jesse wishes she was at home.
   Upset because her baby just ain’t treating her right, so afraid of being alone.
   Said she’s heard some stories, he’s been running around. Said somehow she knows it’s all true.
   She said a breaking heart can make a terrible sound, she said she just don’t know what to do.

   Think about a bad time, can’t get much worse. Think about a hard line, take it to the wall.
   This won’t be the last time, sure ain’t the first. The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

   You might say she’s caught between a rock and a hard place. You might think she just can’t win.  Some just
   can’t recover from a slap in the face, some just get right up and start all over again.

   Think about a bad time, can’t get much worse. Think about a hard line, take it to the wall.
   This won’t be the last time, sure ain’t the first. The bigger they are, the harder they fall.
   Think about a bad time, can’t get much worse. Think about a hard line, take it to the wall.
   This won’t be the last time, sure ain’t the first. The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

   Aspen, Colorado on a Saturday night, Jesse wishes she was at home.
   Upset because her baby just ain’t treating her right, so afraid of being alone.
   Nobody wants to be all alone. Nobody wants to be all alone.
   She’s so afraid of being alone. We’re so afraid of being alone.

   (written by John Denver)
3. 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)
4. 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)
5. A Song For All Lovers

   A Song For All Lovers

   I see them dancing somewhere in the moonlight
   Somewhere in Alaska, somewhere in the sun
   I hear them singing a song for all lovers
   A song for the two hearts beating only as one

   Imagine the morning no longer alone
   The arms of another, a place to belong
   No longer the struggle, no longer the night
   And ever becoming in the quickening light

   To see the darkness, to listen within
   To answer in kindness, to ever begin
   To ever be gentle, to always be strong
   To walk in the wonder, to live in the song

   In a place of enchantment where the wild things are known
   Will the future remember when the lovers are gone?

   And I see them dancing somewhere in the moonlight
   Somewhere in Alaska, somewhere in the sun
   I hear them singing a song for all lovers
   A song for the two hearts beating only as one
   A song for the two hearts beating only as one

   (written by John Denver)
6. Dreamland Express

   Dreamland Express

   I caught a ride on the Dreamland Express last night
   I was sailing on an ocean of blue
   And right there by my side, much to my surprise, was you

   I said, come on over baby, let me look in your eyes
   Let me see the very heart of you
   And I couldnt believe it, or conceive that my dream would come true

   Cause you said, hey there sweet daddy, everything is alright
   You know for miles theres not a telephone line
   Theres not a soul to disturb us
   Just come and be mine

   You said, let me be the end of your rainbow
   Let me be the stars up above
   Let me be the one that you dream of baby
   Let me be the one that you love, oh, oh
   Let me be the one that you love

   But now its four in the mornin, I cant sleep
   I cant get you out of my mind
   I keep tossin and turnin, Im yearnin for the sun to shine

   Id like to send you a ticket on the Dreamland Express
   And take you far away with me
   Ive got a vision of heaven, you livin there with me

   Let me be the end of your rainbow
   Let me be the stars up above
   Let me be the one that you dream of baby
   Let me be the one that you love, oh, oh
   Let me be the one that you love

   Llet me be the end of your rainbow
   Let me be the stars up above
   Let me be the one that you dream of baby
   Let me be the one that you love, oh, oh
   Let me be the one that you love

   (written by John Denver)
7. 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.
8. Is It Love?

   Is It Love?

   I know how it feels to be head over heels
   To be lost in true love and the light of the moon
   When everything seems to be coming up roses
   And every word seems to be rhyming with June
   Suddenly, all of your dreams have come true
   Happiness lives in your heart
   Then out of nowhere, one becomes two
   And everything seems to be falling apart

   Is it love? When your heart, feels like its broken
   Is it love? And you just cant take anymore
   Is it love? When theres nothing left to be spoken
   Is it love? And theres nothing worth listening for
   Is it love? ooh ooh

   I know what it means to get caught up in dreams
   And in prayers that are answered with each passing day
   When loving and laughter are birds of a feather
   And sharing and caring is one simple way
   You know youll never be alone
   That someone will always be near
   Then you turn around when your best friend is gone
   Oh, where do they go? When they just disappear?

   Is it love? When your heart, feels like its broken
   Is it love? And you just cant take anymore
   Is it love? When the good times have all been forgotten
   Is it love? And you fear there wont be anymore
   Is it love? ooh ooh

   Theres no answer, there seems to be nothing to say
   In your anger would you even hear anyway
   It was magic but somehow youve broken the spell
   It was heaven and somehow its turned into hell

   Is it love? When you know that your heart has been broken
   Is it love? And you just cant take it anymore
   Is it love? When you feel more than you could imagine
   Is it love? Now theres nothing thats worth living for
   Is it love? ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

   Another expression of love….
   You could be falling in love…
   Oh, to be in love…. I want to be in love….
   C’mere darlin’ lets’s talk about it……
   Come on right over here
   Sit down….it could be….love….I want to be in love

   (written by John Denver)
9. Falling Out Of Love

   Falling Out Of Love

   This is what its like falling out of love
   This is the way you lose your very best friend
   This is how it feels when its all over
   This is just the way true love ends

   First of all theres no one to talk to
   When there is they just dont seem to hear
   Words dont seem to matter much anyway
   They cant describe the pain
   They cant explain the fear

   Then the nights grow cold and hard to live through
   Still you hate to see the morning come
   Somehow tomorrow doesnt matter much anymore
   The future holds no promise
   Your lifes already done

   This is what its like falling out of love
   This is the way you lose your very best friend
   This is how it feels when its all over
   This is just the way true love ends

   The you find your heart no longer flutters
   You no longer look through a lovers eyes
   Whats to see when the world falls down around you
   You simply cant believe it
   But it comes as no surprise

   This is what its like falling out of love
   This is the way you lose your very best friend
   This is how it feels when its all over
   This is just the way true love ends

   Whats the sense of failure
   Its such an incredible loss
   Its all the things youll never do
   And all the dreams that will never come true

   This is what its like falling out of love
   This is the way you lose your very best friend
   This is how it feels when its all over
   This is just the way true love ends
   Oh this is just the way a true love ends
   I dont believe a true love ever ends

   (written by John Denver)
10. 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)
11. 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 a good life, all in all,
    it’s really fine to have a chance to hang around.
    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?

    The 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.
    Although 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 a good life, all in all,
    it’s really fine to have a chance to hang around.
    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)

     
12. 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)
13. Amazon

    Amazon

    There is a river that runs from the mountains, that one river is all rivers, all rivers are that one. There is a tree that
    stands in the forest, that one tree is all forests, all trees are that one.
    There is a flower that blooms in the desert, that one blossom is all flowers,
    all flowers are that one.
    It is the song of life, it is the flower of faith, it is the tree of temptation it is the river of no regret.

    There is a child that cries in the ghetto, that one child is all children, all children are that one. There is a vision that
    shines in the darkness, that one vision is all of our dreams,
    all of our dreams are that one.
    It is a vision of heaven, it is a child of promise, it is the song of life, it is the river of no regret.

    Let this be a voice for the mountains, let this be a voice for the river,
    let this be a voice for the forest, let this be a voice for the flowers,
    let this be a voice for the ocean, let this be a voice for the desert,
    let this be a voice for the children, let this be a voice for the dreamers,
    let this be a voice of no regret, no regret.

    (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)