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Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River Life is old there, older than the trees Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze Country roads, take me home to the place I belong West Virginia, Mountain Mama Take me home, country roads All my memories gather 'round her Miner's lady, stranger to blue water Dark and dusty, painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye Country roads, take me home to the place I belong West Virginia, Mountain Mama 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 Mama Take me home, country roads Country roads, take me home to the place I belong West Virginia, Mountain Mama Take me home, country roads Take me home, (down) country roads Take me home, (down) country roads |
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There ain't nothin' in the world that I like better
Than bacon 'n lettuce 'n homegrown tomatoes Up in the mornin', out in the garden Get you a ripe one, don't pick a hard 'un All winter without 'em is a culinary bummer I forgot all about the sweatin' and the diggin' Every time I go out and pick me a big 'un Homegrown tomatoes, homegrown tomatoes What would life be without homegrown tomatoes? Only two things that money can't buy That's true love and homegrown tomatoes. You can go out to eat and that's for sure But there's nothin' a homegrown tomato won't cure Put 'em in a salad, put 'em in a stew You can make your own tomato juice You can eat 'em with eggs, eat 'em with gravy You can eat 'em with beans, pinto or navy Put 'em on the side, put 'em in the middle Homegrown tomatoes on a hot cake griddle. Homegrown tomatoes, homegrown tomatoes What would like be without homegrown tomatoes? Only two things that money can't buy That's true love and homegrown tomatoes. If I's to change this life I lead You could call me Johnny Tomatoseed Cause I know what this country needs Homegrown tomatoes in every yard you see When I die don't bury me In a box in a cold dark cemetery Out in the garden would be much better 'Cause I could be pushin' up a homegrown tomato. Homegrown tomatoes, homegrown tomatoes What would like be without homegrown tomatoes? Only two things that money can't buy That's true love and homegrown tomatoes. |
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This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Different Directions album, and has also been released on The Gift You Are and The John Denver Collection - Take Me Home, Country Roads albums.
Somewhere out on the prairie Is the greatest cowboy that's ever been And when he lays his hands upon the ponies They shudder with an understanding skin And he says ponies Now ponies don't you worry I have not come to steal your fire away I want to fly with you across the sunrise Discover what begins each shining day When the storm clouds in the west Are quickly gathering The ponies they run wild there Before it rains You'll see their sleek dark bodies Brightly gleaming You know the fire is flying through Their brains And he says ponies Now ponies don't you worry I have not come to steal your fire away I want to fly with you across the sunrise Discover what begins each shining day And he says ponies Now ponies don't you worry I have not come to steal your fire away I want to fly with you across the sunrise Discover what begins each shining day And he says ponies Ponies don't you worry I have not come to steal your fire away I want to fly with you across the sunrise Discover what begins each shining day I want to fly Words and music by Jeffrey Bullock |
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This song appears on three albums, and was first released on Different Directions album, and has also been released on The John Denver Collection - Take Me Home Country Roads album.
We were live on arrival Safe home at last No cannon fire dockside No flags half-mast We were sold out for silver And a string of black pearls On the loneliest island At the edge of the world Like destiny's children Souls lost at sea No room on the lifeboat You can hold on to me Now the voyage is over We're back on dry land In our eyes are the stories The rope and the brand Like destiny's children Souls lost at sea No room on the lifeboat You can hold on to me Words by Nick Smith, Music by Joe Camilleri |
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I often have wondered in deep contemplation,
It seems that the mind runs wild when you're all alone. The ways that it could be, the ways that it should be, The things I'd do differently if I could to them again. I've always loved springtime, the passing if winter, The green of the new leaves, and life going on. The promise of morning, the long days of summer, And warm nights of loving beneath the night stars. I'm just an old cowboy, from high Colorado, I'm 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 Palamino, And Whispering Jesse rode right by my side. I longed to hold her, to hear her soft breathing, The touch of her cool hands on my fevered brow. Whispering Jesse, Still rides in the mountain, She still sings in the canyon, Still lives in my heart. |
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This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the Higher Ground Album, and has also been released on A Portrait, John Denver (Italian) and The John Denver Collection - Take Me Home, Country Roads Albums.
There was never a doubt, never a doubt in my mind We weren't meant to be lonely Never a doubt I knew that I'd find you some day There was never a doubt, after all of those nights alone All those desperate mornings Never a doubt, there was never a doubt in my mind I suppose there have been times when you felt like a room filled with darkness Not a window around There must have been moments you felt you were truly alone Then again each of us knows, in a night of unbearable sadness Still a light can be found In each morning the promise that someday your true love will come I suppose there are some people who never believe in the magic Oh the magic of love They think nothing is precious and life is just pleasure and pain Then again each of us knows, when a heart has been broken it's tragic Oh the magic of love Even that which is broken with love can be mended again All the things that you fear, at the most they mean nothing All the sorrow and sadness can just disappear There was never a doubt, never a doubt in my mind We weren't meant to be lonely Never a doubt I knew that I'd find you some day There was never a doubt, after all of those nights alone All those desperate mornings Never a doubt, there was never a doubt in my mind There was never a doubt in my mind Never a doubt in my mind Words and music by John Denver |
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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 best of my life For you alone, only for you Just to wake up each morning Just to 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 best 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 |
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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 string's already broken and he doesn't really care It keeps changin' fast and it don't last for long It's 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 (high in Colorado) 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 forests 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 Talk to God and listen to the casual reply Rocky Mountain high (high in Colorado) Rocky Mountain high (high in Colorado) Now his life is full of wonder but his heart still knows some fear Of the simple things he cannot comprehend Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more More people, more scars upon the land In the Colorado Rocky Mountain high I've seen it raining fire in the sky I know he'd be a poorer 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 (high in Colorado) Rocky Mountain high (high in Colorado) Rocky Mountain high (high in Colorado) Rocky Mountain high (high in Colorado) Rocky Mountain high (high in Colorado) Rocky Mountain high (high in Colorado) |
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This song appears on five albums, and was first released on the I Want To Live Album, and has also been recorded on the Earth Songs, Country Classics, The Very Best of John Denver (Single CD) and The John Denver Collection - Rocky Mountain High Albums.
There are times I fear I lose myself I don't know who I am I get caught up in the struggle and the strain With my back against a stonewall My finger in the dam Losin' strength and goin' down again And I take a look around me My eyes can't find the sun There's nothing wild as far as I can see Then my heart turns to Alaska And freedom on the run I can hear her spirit callin' me To the mountains, I can rest there To the rivers, I will be strong To the forest, I'll find peace there To the wild country, where I belong Oh, I know some times I worry On worldly ways and means And I can see the future killing me On a misbegotten highway Of prophecies and dreams A road to nowhere and eternity And I know it's just changes Yes, and mankind marchin' on I know we can't live in yesterday But compared to what we're losin' And what it means to me I'd give my life and throw the rest away To the mountains, I can rest there To the rivers, I will be strong To the forest, I'll find peace there To the wild country, where I belong To the wild country, where I belong Words and music by John Denver |
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This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the Different Directions album, and has also been released on The John Denver Collection - Rocky Mountain High album.
I heard how all the lights went out in Memphis On the death night anniversary of the king The pretenders talking dirty in the palace But it doesn't have that old familiar ring I see there's been some changes in the valley All the renegades have finally settled down Now they worship in the temples of their rivals And desecrate the holy heart of town Can't you hear all those sweet voices singing Takin' care of the chosen ones Can't you hear all those mission bells ringin' Say a prayer for the chosen ones I read they're pourin' oil on troubled waters Yet they cast a giant shadow on the land Let's spend another night across the border And bury all our secrets in the sand Now they claim there is a message in the Bible They swear there is no master and his slave But the future's lookin' dim for the lonesome cowboy When the hand that rocks that cradle digs the grave Words by Nick Smith, Music by and Joe Camilleri |
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This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Different Directions Album, and has also been released on The Gift You Are and The John Denver Collection - Rocky Mountain High Albums.
Spring Is Alive Spring is alive In Carolina Deep in the forest Where the foxfire glows High on a mountain Down in a holler Thunder and lightning So it goes Over a hundred years ago We came to Carolina Far across the water It's a long hard road With little more than courage We came seeking independence A little less than nothin' Is a heavy load From the heather of the highlands We have found the Smokie Mountains Hard work and simple ways And life is good life is good Spring is alive In Carolina Deep in the forest Where the foxfire glows High on a mountain Down in a holler Thunder and lightning So it goes You Are You are every morning sunrise You are every rain You are every peal of laughter You are every cry of pain You are all the summer flowers You are all the falling leaves You are everyone rejoicing You are everyone who greaves You are all my unknown secrets You are all my hidden fears You are known in lover's kisses You are seen in childhood tears You are where the stars are shining You are where the rainbow ends You are why the war is over You are how the peace begins Whisper the Wind Whisper the wind over the water Whisper the wind all through the night Whisper the wind along the canyon Whisper the wind into the night Whisper the wind Brothers and sisters Whisper the wind all the same Whisper the wind love one another Whisper the wind your precious name Spring Is Alive (Reprise) Spring is alive In Carolina Deep in the forest Where the foxfire glows High on a mountain Down in a holler Thunder and lightning So it goes Over a hundred years ago We came to Carolina Far across the water It's a long hard road With little more than courage We came seeking independence A little less than nothin' Is a heavy load From the heather of the highlands We have found the Smokie Mountains Hard work and simple ways And life is good life is good Spring is alive In Carolina Deep in the forest Where the foxfire glows High on a mountain Down in a holler Thunder and lightning So it goes Words and music by John Denver |
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This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the Higher Ground album, and has also been released on The John Denver Collection - Rocky Mountain High album.
There are those who can live With the things they don't believe in They are giving up their lives For something that is less than it can be Some have longed for a home In a place of inspiration Some will "fill" the emptiness inside By giving it all "to" the things that they believe They believe Maybe it's just a dream in me Maybe it's just my style Maybe it's juat the freedom that I've found Given the possibility Of living up to the dream in me You know I'll be reaching for higher ground I will stand on my own I will live up to "this" vision I will trust in what I feel I'd follow my heart until it brings me home Brings me home Maybe it's just a dream in me Maybe it's just my style Maybe it's just the freedom that I've found Given the possibility Of living up to the dream in me You know I'll be reaching for higher ground Keep me through the night Lead me to the light Teach me the magic of wonder Give me the spirit to fly Maybe it's just a dream in me Maybe it's just my style Maybe it's juat the freedom that I've found Given the possibility Of living up to the dream in me You know I'll be reaching for higher ground Maybe it's just a dream in me Maybe it's just my style Maybe it's juat the freedom that I've found Given the possibility Of living up to the dream in me You know I'll be reaching for higher ground |
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This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the Earth Songs album. It has been released on The Flower That Shattered The Stone, The Very Best of John Denver (Single CD) and The John Denver Collection - Rocky Mountain High albums.
Raven's child Is chasing salvation Black beak turned white From the crack and the snow On the streets of despair The answer is simple A spoonful of mercy Can set free the soul The drug king sits On his arrogant throne Away and above and apart Even children Are twisted to serve him And greed has corrupted What once was a heart Raven's child Keeps vigil for freedom Trades for the arms That once made her strong With nuclear warheads And lasers in heaven fear does the choosing Between right and wrong The arms king sits On his arrogant throne Away and above and apart Bankers assure him That he needn't care And greed makes a stone of What once was a heart Raven's child Is washing the water All of her wing-feathers Blackened with tar Prince William shoreline's An unwanted highway Of asphalt and anger An elegant scar The oil king sits On his arrogant throne Away and above and apart Lawyers have warned him He mustn't speak And greed has made silent What once was a heart You know there are walls That come tumbling down For people who yearn to be free Still there are hearts That long to be opened And eyes that are longing to see Raven's child is our constant companion Sticks like a shadow To all that is done Try as we may We just can't escape him The source of our sorrow and shame We are one The true King sits On a heavenly throne Never away nor above nor apart With wisdom and mercy And constant compassion He lives in the love That lives in our hearts Words and music by John Denver and Joe Henry |
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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 Let me give my life to 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 |
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This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Different Directions album, and has also been released on The John Denver Collection - Annie's Song album. It has also been released on The John Denver Collection - Calypso album, as a live version.
The world is fast becoming younger The news is all they've ever known They've seen the wars, the hurt, the hunger How will they choose when they are grown What do you tell forever's children When it's their turn to hurt and heal Whatever spins a grim tornedo Can also turn a potters wheel Take a little clay Put it on a wheel Get a little hint How God must feel Give a little turn Listen to a spin Make it into the shape You want it in Tell with your life the bloody story Teach to they're dreams not burning steel It's not in bombs where lies the glory But in what's shattered on the field The potter's wheel takes love and caring Skill and patience fast and slow The works it makes are easily broken Once they survive the potter's throw Take a little clay Put it on a wheel Get a little hint How God must feel Give a little turn Listen to a spin Make it into the shape You want it in Some day some children will be digging In some long forgotten ground And they'll find our civilisation Or what's left of it to be found They'll find the weapons of destruction But buried deeper in the hole They'll find a message and a promise In the sand, the potter's bowl Take a little clay Put it on a wheel Get a little hint How God must feel Give a little turn Listen to a spin Make it into the shape You want it in Earth and fire and wind conspire With human hands, and love, and fire Words and Music by Bill Danoff |
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This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Different Directions Album, and has also been released on the A Portrait and The John Denver Collection - Annie's Song Albums.
They say they love each other I've no doubt they do They say they'll always be together That may not be true They come from different places Different points of view They find themselves in different spaces Everything is all brand new Two different directions Too many different ways One always on the road somewhere The other one always stays Too often unhappy Too often on your own When you are moving in different directions True love is all alone Old stories start to surface Patterns from long ago And loving quickly turns to anger For reasons they don't even know The strongest heart can be broken With one insensitive word The deepest feelings remain unspoken No one is seen and nothing heard Two different directions Too many different ways One always wants to work things out The other one wants to play To ready for changes To much that just can't wait When you are moving in different directions True love can turn to hate If opposites attract each other What's the reason for One being like an open window One just like a closing door Two different directions Two many different ways One likes to see the morning sunrise The other one sleeps in late To many tomorrows To many times too late When you are moving in different directions True love may have to wait If you are committed to different directions True love will have to wait Words and music by John Denver |
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This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the Higher Ground Album, and has also been released on the A Portrait, The Gift You Are and The John Denver Collection - Annie's Song Albums.
A country girl in Paris, moonlight on the Seine Memories of Tennessee, Nashville in the rain It's such a contradiction, a heart that's filled with pain A country girl in Paris, dreamin' Nashville in the rain She walks along the boulevard, Champs Alysee Thinks about a country boy three thousand miles away Pride is such a hard thing, it's such a price to pay To be all alone in Paris with true love so far away Up upon Mont Martre when she stops to rest awhile All the artists look at her and they long to paint her smile For even in her sorrow there's something in her eyes That makes the young men jealous, makes the old men sigh They say the loss of innocence is always linked to pain For once the heart is opened nothing ever is the same And so the evening lends itself to lovers and romance The way to heal a broken heart is to give true love One more chance A country girl in Paris, moonlight on the Seine Memories of Tennessee, Nashville in the rain It's such a contradiction, a heart that's filled with pain A country girl in Paris, dreamin' Nashville in the rain A country girl in Paris, longing for Nashville in the rain Words and music by John Denver |
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This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the Higher Ground Album, and has also been released on The Gift You Are and The John Denver Collection - Annie's Song Albums.
All this joy, all this sorrow All this promise, all this pain Such is life, such is being Such is spirit, such is love City of joy, city of sorrow City of promise, city of pain Such is life, such is being Such is spirit, such is love World of joy, world of sorrow World of promise, world of pain Such is life, such is being Such is spirit, such is love All this joy, all this sorrow All this promise, all this pain Such is life, such is being Such is spirit, such is love Such is spirit, such is love Words and music by John Denver |
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This song appears on three albums, and was first released on The Flower That Shattered The Stone album, and has also been released on the Stonehaven Sunrise and The John Denver Collection - Annie's Song albums.
Not so long ago, I packed my bags a hundred times Didn't seem to know how to stop or to unwind Goin' nowhere, a man without a dream Guess my lucky star fell the day you came along To my lonely heart you are like a special song Singing sweetly your tender melody Thanks to you The child in me lives again Thanks to you I have found a peace within I know where I'm goin' and what I want to do Thanks to you Lying in you arms I found my greatest pleasure I look into your eyes and dream about forever Wakin' up with you and lookin' forward to the day What we plan to do, knowin' anything at all's okay A life has a meaning Love has got a name Thanks to you The child in me lives again Thanks to you I have found a peace within I know where I'm goin' and what I want to do Thanks to you Thanks to you The child in me lives again Thanks to you I have found a peace within I know where I'm goin' and what I want to do Thanks to you Words and music by John L. Christopher, John Denver, Conrad Reeder and Sam Hogin |
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This song appears on four albums, and was first released on The Flower That Shattered The Stone Album, and has also been released on the Stonehaven Sunrise, The Gift You Are and The John Denver Collection - Annie's Song Albums.
Imagine a month of Sundays Each one a cloudy day Imagine the moment the sun came shining through Imagine that ray of sunshine as you Remember your darkest hour With dawn still far away Remember the way that you longed for morning's light And think of yourself as a candle in the night Make believe this is the first day Everything all brand new Make believe that the sun is your own lucky star And then understand the kind of gift you are The gift you are like the very first breath of spring The gift you are all the joy that love can bring The gift you are all of our dreams come true The gift you are the gift of you You are the promise of all the ages You are the Prodigal Son You are the vision of prophets and sages You are the only one Dream of a bright tomorrow Know that your dream will come true Carry your dream in a sparkling crystal jar Then you will know the kind of gift you are The gift you are like the very first breath of spring The gift you are all the joy that love can bring The gift you are all of our dreams come true The gift you are the gift of you The gift you are like the very first breath of springtime The gift you are all the joy that love can bring The gift you are all of our dreams come true - yes they do The gift you are the gift of you The gift you are the gift of you Words and music by John Denver |
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There are children raised in sorrow
On a scorched and barren plain There are children raised beneath the golden sun There are children of the water And children of the sand And they cry out through the universe Their voices raised as one I want to live I want to grow I want to see I want to know I want to share what I can give I want to be I want to live Have you gazed out on the ocean Seen the breaching of a whale? Have you watched the dolphins frolic in the foam? Have you heard the song the humpback hears five hundred miles away Telling tales of ancient history of passages and home? I want to live I want to grow I want to see I want to know I want to share what I can give I want to be I want to live For the worker and the warrior the lover and the liar For the native and the wanderer in kind For the maker and the user and the mother and her son I am looking for my family and all of you are mine We are standing all together Face to face and arm in arm We are standing on the threshold of a dream No more hunger no more killing No more wasting life away It is simply an idea And I know its time has come I want to live I want to grow I want to see I want to know I want to share what I can give I want to be I want to live |
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The wind is the whisper of our mother the Earth
The wind is the hand of our father the sky The wind watches over our struggles and pleasures The wind is the goddess who first learned to fly The wind is the bearer of bad and good tidings Weaver of darkness, bringer of dawn The wind gives the rain (yes), and builds us a rainbow The wind is the singer who sang the first song The wind is a twister of anger and warning The wind brings the fragrence of freshly mown hay The wind is the racer and the white stallion running And the sweet taste of love on a slow summer's day The wind knows the songs of cities and canyons Thunder of mountains, the roar of the sea The wind is the taker and giver of mornings The wind is the symbol of all that is free So welcome the wind and the wisdom she offers Follow her summons when she calls again In your heart and your spirit let the breezes surround you Lift up your voice then and sing with the wind |
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Up in a meadow in Jasper Alberta
Two men and four ponies on a long lonesome ride To see the high country and learn of her people The ways that they lived there the ways that they died And one is a teacher one a beginner Just wanting to be there and wanting to know And together they're trying to tell us a story That should have been listened to long long ago Now the life in the mountains is living in danger From too many people too many machines And the time is upon us today is forever Tomorrow is just one of yesterday's dreams Cold nights in Canada and icy blue winds The man and the mountains are brothers again Clear waters are laughing they sing to the sky The Rockies are living they never will die Up in a meadow in Jasper Alberta Two men and four ponies on a long lonesome ride |
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When I was a little bitty boy, just up off a floor
We used to go down to grandma's house, ev'ry month end or so We'd have chicken pies and country ham 'n' home made butter on the bread But the best darn thing about Grandma's house was her great big feather bed It was nine feet high and six feet wide, soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty 'leven geese, took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick It'd hold eight kids 'n' four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on grandma's feather bed After supper we'd sit around the fire, the old folks'd spit and chew Pa would talk about the farm and the war, and granny'd sing a ballad or two I'd sit and listen and watch the fire, till the cobwebs filled my head Next thing I'd know I'd wake up in the morn in the middle of the old feather bed It was nine feet high and six feet wide, soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty 'leven geese, took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick It'd hold eight kids 'n' four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on grandma's feather bed Well I love my ma, I love my pa, I love granny and grandpa too I've been fishin' with my uncle, I rassled with my cousin, I even kissed Aunt Lou, eww! But if I ever had to make a choice, I guess it ought to be said That I'd trade 'em all plus the gal down the road for grandma's feather bed I'd trade 'em all plus the gal down the road… Well, maybe I'd better reconsider about the gal down the road It was nine feet high and six feet wide, soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty 'leven geese, took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick It'd hold eight kids 'n' four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on grandma's feather bed We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on grandma's feather bed |
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To sail on a dream on a crystal clear ocean
To ride on the crest of a 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 places you've been to The things that you've taught 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 the wind swell Joyful and loving in letting it be Aye, Calypso, the places 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 places 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 |
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The Earth is our mother just turning around
With her trees in the forest and roots underground Our father above us who's sigh is the wind Paint us a rainbow without any end As the river runs freely the mountain does rise Let me touch with my fingers and see with my eyes In the hearts of the children of pure love still roams Like a bright star in heaven that lights our way home Like the flower that shattered the stone Sparrows find freedom beholding the sun In the infinite beauty we're all joined in one I reach out before me and look to the sky Then I hear someone whisper it's something pass by As the river runs freely the mountain does rise Let me touch with my fingers and see with my eyes In the hearts of the children of pure love still roams Like a bright star in heaven that lights our way home Like the flower that shattered the stone Like a bright star in heaven that lights our way home Like the flower that shattered the stone |
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This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the Autograph album, and has also been released on the Earth Songs, The Very Best of John Denver (Single CD) and The John Denver Collection - Calypso albums.
Goin' up to Alaska Up to the land of the midnight sun Where the whale and the polar bear run O'er the icy blue sea Goin' up to Alaska Up to the north and the pioneer life Where courage and strength still survive And a man can be free American Child, does the call of the wild Ever sing through the mist of your dreams Does it fly with the wind when you waken again When it's gone do you know what it means Can you picture the time when a man had to find His own way through the cold To come back again to all that you've been Can't you see that it's time to come home To the flowers and seas and the rivers and the trees And the earth who's the mother of all A promise once made - will it shine, will it fade Will we rise with the vision or fall Goin' up to Alaska Up to the land of the midnight sun Where the whale and the polar bear run O'er the icy blue sea Goin' up to Alaska Up to the north and the pioneer life Where courage and strength still survive And a man can be free Men can be free Goin' up to Alaska Goin' up to Alaska Goin' up to Alaska Words and music by John Denver and Joe Henry |
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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 all the time makes me high Sunshine almost always... |
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This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Higher Ground Album, and has also been released on The Gift You Are and The John Denver Collection - Sunshine On My Shoulder Albums.
I like to deal with the ladies I like to give 'em a real hard time Like to make 'em sigh Like to make 'em cry over me I like to swing with the good times I like to have me a real live ball Doin' what I can like a dirty old man Tee Hee Like to have 'em just to hanging around Wondering where I've been Like to see 'em with their big brown eyes Just a drinkin' me in (Ra ta ta ta) I like to deal with the ladies I like to hand 'em up on my line Treat 'em kinda rough But they never get enough of me Rat a tat tat tat Like to have 'em just to hanging around Wondering where I've been Like to see 'em with their big brown eyes Just a drinkin' me in Yeah I like to deal with the ladies I like to give 'em a real hard time Like to make 'em sigh Like to make 'em cry over Like to make 'em bawl Like to make 'em crawl over Like to make 'em weep Like to make 'em creep after me Rat a tat tat tat Balam bom Yeah! Words and music by John Denver |
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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 There is a bird that sings in the jungle That one song is all music All songs 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 |
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The sun is slowly fadin' in the western sky
Sometimes it takes forever for the day to end Sometimes it takes a lifetime Sometimes I think I'll never see the sun again There's a heavy smog between me and my mountains It's enough to make a grown man sit and cry It's enough to make you wonder It's enough to make the world roll up and die I think it's kind of interesting the way things get to be The way that people work with their machines Serenity's a long time comin' to me The fact I don't believe I know what it means In the east a shaded moon is hangin' lazily I do believe I saw the old man smile I do believe I did I do believe he's been laughin' all the while I think it's kind of interesting the way things get to be The way that people work with their machines Serenity's a long time comin' to me The fact I don't believe I know what it means any more When the sun is slowly fadin' in the western sky Sometimes it takes forever the day to end Sometimes it takes a lifetime Sometimes I think I'll never see the sun again Sun again |
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This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the earth songs album. it is also on the albums the very best of john denver (single cd) and the john denver collection - sunshine on m
Ulder. Celebrate morning The cry of a loon on a lake in the night The dreams that are born in the dawn's early light Celebrate morning Celebrate living The laughter that sings in the heart of a child The freedom that flies at the call of the wild Celebrate living Celebrate evening The stars that appear in the loss of the sun Whispering winds, ¡°we are one, we are one¡±... Celebrate earth day, every day Celebrate earth day, every day Celebrate land and sea Celebrate you and me Celebrate earth day, every day Words and music by john denver |
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This song appears on four albums, and was first released on The Flower That Shattered The Stone album, and has also been released on the Stonehaven Sunrise, The Gift You Are and The John Denver Collection - Sunshine On My Shoulder albums.
Two days before the moon was round You felt the urge of sun's light beams The muffled world of dolphin sound Slipped down and back into your dreams For nine full months that passed before You learned of all of life's ancient rhymes Then mother sensed a farther shore And brought you forth into these times So taste the air of your new world And gently guide us to your mind It knows the winds and sails unfurled And holds to heart the dolphin kind Welcome precious earthmade child We met you first in your father's songs And mother's smile and waters wild It's in this place you now belong I know you know of all these things And feel the faith of a dolphin's sigh For you were born on silver wings To taste the high blown crystal sky To sing one day to all of us The songs you learned in dolphin lair Giving hope to life as all we must And teach us how their grace to share Words and music by John Denver and Bob Samples |
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This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the Different Directions album, and has also been released on The John Denver Collection - Sunshine On My Shoulder album.
Home, come on home Ye who are weary come home Softly and tenderly calling Home, come on home Sometimes when I'm feeling lonesome And no one on earth seems to care I'm all by myself in the darkness With no one and nothing to share Just when it feels like it's hopeless And I'll never make it alone I hear the voices of angels Tenderly calling me home Home, come on home Ye who are weary come home Softly and tenderly calling Home, come on home I try to keep it together I never let on that I'm scared Still sometimes I fall to pieces Scattered and lost everywhere Just when it feels like there's no one To mend all my broken down dreams I hear a voice deep inside me Tenderly calling to me Home, come on home Ye who are weary come home Softly and tenderly calling Home, come on home So don't be afraid of the darkness And don't run away from the storm Stand up and face your reflection The feelings you try to ignore After the tempest is over You've let yourself come on through You'll hear a voice in the silence Tenderly calling to you Home, come on home Ye who are weary come home Softly and tenderly calling Home, come on home Words and Music by Jan Garrett |
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This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the higher ground album, and has also been released on the gift you are and the john denver collection - sunshine on my shoulder albu
R Thank you for this precious day These gifts you give to me My heart so full of love for you Sings praise for all I see Oh sing for every mother's child For every childhood tear Oh sing for all the stars above The peace beyond all fear This is for the refugees The ones without a home A boat out on the ocean A city street alone Are they not some dear mother's child Are they not you and i Are we the ones to bear this shame And they this sacrifice Or are they just like falling leaves Who give themselves away From dust to dust from seed to shear And to another day If I could have one wish on earth Of all I can conceive T'would be to see another spring And bless the falling leaves Thank you for this precious day These gifts you give to me My heart so full of love for you Sings praise for all I see Oh sing for every mother's child For every childhood tear Oh sing for all the stars above The peace beyond all fear Words and music by john denver |
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This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the Seasons of the Heart Album, and has also been released on the Earth Songs, The John Denver Collection - Sunshine On My Shoulder and The Very Best of John Denver (Single CD) Albums.
Islands call out to me Like the highlands that I always see In my dreams of home I am never alone when I am there Islands like so many dreams Are like canyons but off the main stream And there's no one there The dreamer is always alone And the mighty blue ocean Keeps rolling on every shore Like the spirit that binds us together We are so much more than islands Islands belong to the sea Like the dark sands of my memory When the morning comes They are stepping stones to the sun And the mighty blue ocean Keeps rolling on every shore Like the spirit that binds us together We are so much more than islands Words and music by John Denver |
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The Weather's fine Today I saw some ruins of the Roman world's decline And I climbed all those Spanish steps You've heard of them no doubt But Rome has lost its glory, I don't know what its about. I wish you were here When the shadows fall and all the rushing traffic's still I wish you were here When the bells are ringing on the seven hills I make my way to a small cafe, I wonder what you did today Wish you were here Dear one at home. I just flew in from Rome, Paris is a postcard all decked out in colour chrome And so I climbed the Eiffel Tower And prayed at Notre Dame But I just can't find the romance And I wonder why I came Wish you were here On the Champs Elysees lovers walk hand in hand Wish you were here They take one look at me and seem to understand This city of light is a lovely site, the first bright star I see tonight Wish you were here Now I write this from the plane drinking cheap champagne and wondering why two people got so far apart Wish you were here, here in London where the rain the pouring down Wish you were here On this airplane headed back to New York Town I'll never leave you alone again. I'm coming home but until then Wish you were here I wish you were here Wish you were here. |
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This song appears on three albums, and was first released on The Flower That Shattered The Stone album, and has also been released on the Stonehaven Sunrise and The John Denver Collection - Calypso albums.
The sun sinks behind me in the west This is the time of day I love best Salt breezes murmur through the coconut palm As the colors change, they set a scene of tropic calm Seagulls headed back to land Over the mangrove and the salt pan By a lazy creek with a six pack and a fishin' line Win back some memories and losin' track of time I head a little further north each year Leave the cities behind, out of sight out of mind Up where my troubles can all disappear I head a little further north each year Feeling the night wrap around me Eases my mind's serenity Ocean waves are hummin' on the outer reef These balmy days and sultry nights are a welcome relief I head a little further north each year Leave the cities behind, out of sight out of mind Up where my troubles can all disappear I head a little further north each year I head a little further north each year Taking my mind to an easier time, Up where there's silence and the night sky is clear I head a little further north each year. |
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This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the Higher Ground Album, and has also been released on the A Portrait, The John Denver Collection - Calypso and The Gift You Are Albums.
I come to Australia as many people do To see the old koala, hitch a ride on a kangaroo To hear somebody call me mate and call somebody blue To hear the aboriginee play a didgeridoo Some of you came as prisoners two centuries ago Some of you come as kings and queens your blessing to bestow Some of you stand all swelled with pride, some with shattered wings But all of us come with open hearts to hear Australia sing In the desert, in the city In the mountains and in the sea In the stories and in the people I can hear Australia sing Waltzing Matilda, the men of Galipoli Clancy of the Overflow, Crocodile Dundee The myth of all creation, the teaching of baiame The legends of a dreamtime for all eternity And in this celebration of a brief two hundred years The cost to build a nation in blood and sweat and tears And if we stand divided, divided we will fall But if we stand together we shall conquer all In the desert, in the city In the mountains and in the sea In the stories and in the people I can hear Australia sing Sing Australia, Sing Australia, Sing Australia, Sing Australia In the sails on Sydney Harbour I can hear Australia sing Words and music by John Denver |
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This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Different Directions album, and has also been released on The John Denver Collection - Annie's Song album. It has also been released on The John Denver Collection - Calypso album, as a live version.
The world is fast becoming younger The news is all they've ever known They've seen the wars, the hurt, the hunger How will they choose when they are grown What do you tell forever's children When it's their turn to hurt and heal Whatever spins a grim tornedo Can also turn a potters wheel Take a little clay Put it on a wheel Get a little hint How God must feel Give a little turn Listen to a spin Make it into the shape You want it in Tell with your life the bloody story Teach to they're dreams not burning steel It's not in bombs where lies the glory But in what's shattered on the field The potter's wheel takes love and caring Skill and patience fast and slow The works it makes are easily broken Once they survive the potter's throw Take a little clay Put it on a wheel Get a little hint How God must feel Give a little turn Listen to a spin Make it into the shape You want it in Some day some children will be digging In some long forgotten ground And they'll find our civilisation Or what's left of it to be found They'll find the weapons of destruction But buried deeper in the hole They'll find a message and a promise In the sand, the potter's bowl Take a little clay Put it on a wheel Get a little hint How God must feel Give a little turn Listen to a spin Make it into the shape You want it in Earth and fire and wind conspire With human hands, and love, and fire Words and Music by Bill Danoff |
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The Earth is our mother just turning around
With her trees in the forest and roots underground Our father above us who's sigh is the wind Paint us a rainbow without any end As the river runs freely the mountain does rise Let me touch with my fingers and see with my eyes In the hearts of the children of pure love still roams Like a bright star in heaven that lights our way home Like the flower that shattered the stone Sparrows find freedom beholding the sun In the infinite beauty we're all joined in one I reach out before me and look to the sky Then I hear someone whisper it's something pass by As the river runs freely the mountain does rise Let me touch with my fingers and see with my eyes In the hearts of the children of pure love still roams Like a bright star in heaven that lights our way home Like the flower that shattered the stone Like a bright star in heaven that lights our way home Like the flower that shattered the stone |
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