John Denver

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"On The Wings Of A Dream"

"On The Wings Of A Dream"


Yesterday I had a dream about dying, about laying to rest and then flying,
how the moment at hand is the only thing we really own.
And I lay in my bed and I wondered, after all has been said and is done for,
why is it thus we are here and so soon we are gone?
Is this life just a path to the place that we all have come from?
Does the heart know the way and if not, can it ever be found
in a smile or a tear or a prayer or a sigh or a song?

And if so, then I sing for my father, and in truth, you must know I would rather
he were here by my side, we could fly on the wings of a dream.
To a place where the spirit would find us and the joy and surrender would bind us.
We are one anyway, anyway we are more than we seem.
There are those who will lead us, protect us each step of the way.
From beginning to end, for each moment, forever, each day.
Such a gift has been given, it can never be taken away.

Though the body in passing must leave us, there is one who remains to receive us.
There are those in this life who are friends from our heavenly home.
So I listen to the voices inside me, for I know they are there just to guide me.
And my faith will proclaim it is so, we are never alone.
From the life to the light, from the dark of the night to the dawn,
he is so in my heart, he is here, he could never be gone.
Though the singer is silent, there still is the truth of the song, in the song.

Yesterday I had a dream about dying, about laying to rest and then flying,
how the moment at hand is the only thing we really own.
And I lay in my bed and I wondered, after all has been said and is done for,
why is it thus we are here and so soon we are gone?
Oh, why is it thus we are here and so soon we are gone?

 

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"On The Wings Of An Eagle"

"On The Wings Of An Eagle"


Oh, my home is in the mountains, I am free, I am free.
I am one with wind and eagles, I am free. Given wings to sail in gracefulness, the sky, the sky.
Given a voice to sing in breathlessness, I find that I can fly, fly away.

I've been a long time on the highway, I've been a long time on the run.
And it gets to be like chaos when I'm so long away from home.
And sometimes it's just to much to bare and I hide behind my eyes.
I can picture friendly faces and I can dream of friendly skies.
And I guess that I'm a lucky one for the truth of what I know.
For my heart had not denied me and I have somewhere to go.
I shall never be a prisoner of steel and glass and stone.
If I leave, I will return again to my Rocky Mountain home.

Oh, my home is in the mountains, I am free, I am free.
I am one with wind and eagles, I am free. Given wings to sail in gracefulness, the sky, the sky.
Given a voice to sing in breathlessness, I find that I can fly, fly away.

In the hands of my father, in the light of the sunshine. On the wings of an eagle, I'm flying again.
I'm flying again, I'm flying again, I'm flying again, I'm flying again.

 

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"One World"

"One World"


Don't want to live in New York City, man.
Don't want to live in Tokyo.
I want to stay in my own village, man.
Is nowhere else I need to go.
Is nothing that I want for myself.
That I don't want for everyone.
To work in peace to live in freedom.
To look and never see a gun.

Why are we calling this the third world?
I only know that it is my world.
Maybe someday it can be our world.
Can you imagine one world, one world.

My heart it hurts more than my belly.
So hard to live in poverty.
I want to work for my own living, man.
Don't want someone to care for me.
Don't want to speak of revolution.
It starts to sounding like a fight.
I give myself to evolution.
One world will make it be all right.

Why are we calling this the third world?
I only know that it is my world.
Maybe someday it can be our world.
Can you imagine one world, one world.

This world is made for everybody.
This life is gift for everyone.
This earth is bound to keep on turning.
This day is flowers in the sunshine, sunshine.

Why are we calling this the third world?
I only know that it is my world.
Maybe someday it can be our world.
Can you imagine one world, one world.
Why are we calling this the third world?
I only know that it is my world.
Maybe someday it can be our world.
Can you imagine one world, one world.

 

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"Opposite Tables"

"Opposite Tables"


Father, oh, father please hear me, my song is a cry of desperation.
All of the words I hear have lost their meaning.
My life is a well of confusion drowned out by the sound of the lost and lonely.
Only the voice inside speaks your name to me.
If they only knew the things that I know, If they only could see the things that I see.
If they only knew the things that I know, If they only could see the things that I see.

My brothers at opposite tables, like fire and water against each other.
Only a fool can't see the obvious ending.
Are we as ashes to wildwood? Is life just a fire that can only consume us?
Is there no vision of love to bind us together?
If they only knew the things that I know, If they only could see the things that I see.
If they only knew the things that I know, If they only could see the things that I see.

 

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"Paradise"

"Paradise"


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

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

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

 

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"Pegasus"

"Pegasus"


Peaceful valleys, animals and children asking me,
tell the story that you told of sailors drinking tea.
Tell the one about the man who saddled up the wind,
Pegasus and flying fish and woodmen made of tin.

A kid knows what he wants to be before he's nine or ten,
cowboys, clowns and men of war, someone else's friend.
But nine grows into big boy's pants and then to scars and pain.
Twenty's fast and hard as nails but doesn't come again.
There's days to fall and days to rise and days for making haste.
Days for seeking out yourself but no days you can waste.
Night times filled with love so good it aches to rest it down.
Endless hallways dark with sleep and rivers dark with sound.
Peaceful valleys, animals and children asking me,
tell the story that you told of sailors drinking tea.
Tell the one about the man who saddled up the wind,
Pegasus and flying fish and woodmen made of tin.

Children climbing on my arms, pigeons on my head.
Get thee up my little man and dream a dream instead.
Dream a dream of rocking chairs and flying through the night.
Then dream until the morning's gone and turned the dark to light.
Then come and get your daddy if he hasn't blown away.
Rock him in your children's hands and help him find his way.
Take him to your hiding place and let him come inside,
he'll never tell your secret, cross my heart and hope to die.
Peaceful valleys, animals and children asking me,
tell the story that you told of sailors drinking tea.
Tell the one about the man who saddled up the wind,
Pegasus and flying fish and woodmen made of tin.
Pegasus and flying fish and woodmen made of tin.

 

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"People Get Ready"

"People Get Ready"


People get ready, there's a train a-coming.
You don't need no baggage, you just get on board.
All you need is faith to hear those diesels humming.
You don't need no ticket, you just thank the Lord.

People get ready for the train to Jordan,
picking up passengers from coast-to-coast.
Faith is key, open up the doors and board them.
There's hope for all among the loved the most.

But there ain't no room for the hopeless sinner
who would hurt all mankind to save his own.
Have pity on those whose choices grow thinner.
There's no hiding place from the kingdom's throne.

People get ready, there's a train a-coming.
You don't need no baggage, you just get on board.
All you need is faith to hear those diesels humming.
You don't need no ticket, you just thank the Lord, thank the Lord.

 

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"Perhaps Love"

"Perhaps Love"


Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm.
It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm.
And in those times of trouble when you are most alone,
the memory of love will bring you home.

Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door.
It invites you to come closer, it wants to show you more.
And even if you lose yourself and don't know what to do,
the memory of love will see you through.

Oh, love to some is like a cloud, to some as strong as steel.
For some a way of living, for some a way to feel.
And some say love is holding on and some say letting go.
And some say love is everything and some say they don't know.
Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of change.
Like a fire when it's cold outside or thunder when it rains.
If I should live forever and all my dreams come true, my memories of love will be of you.

 

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"Please, Daddy (Don't Get Drunk This Christmas)"

"Please, Daddy (Don't Get Drunk This Christmas)"


Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas, I don't wanna see my mamma cry.
Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas, I don't wanna see my mamma cry.
Just last year when I was only seven, now I'm almost eight as you can see.
You came home a quarter past eleven, fell down underneath our Christmas tree.

Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas, I don't wanna see my mamma cry.
Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas, I don't wanna see my mamma cry.
Mamma smiled and looked outside the window. She told me, "Son, you better get upstairs."
Then you laughed and hollered "Merry Christmas." I turned around and saw my mamma's tears.

Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas, I don't wanna see my mamma cry.
Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas, I don't wanna see my mamma cry.
No, I don't wanna see my mamma cry.

 

[fox69]

"Poems, Prayers And Promises"

"Poems, Prayers And Promises"


I've been lately thinking about my life's time, all the things I've done and how it's been.
And I can't help believing in my own mind, I know I'm gonna hate to see it end.
I've seen a lot of sunshine, slept out in the rain, spent a night or two all on my own.
I've known my lady's pleasures, had myself some friends, spent a time or two in my own home.

I have to say it now, it's been good life all in all, it's really fine to have a chance to hang around.
and lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
while all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around.
And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in.
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.
How long it's been since yesterday, what about tomorrow
and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?

Days they pass so quickly now, the nights are seldom long.
Time around me whispers when it's cold.
The changes somehow frightens me, still I have to smile. It turns me on to think of growing old.
For though my life's been good to me there's still so much to do.
So many things my mind has never known.
I'd like to raise a family, I'd like to sail away and dance across the mountains on the moon.

I have to say it now, it's been good life all in all, it's really fine to have a chance to hang around.
and lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
while all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around.
And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in.
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.
How long it's been since yesterday, what about tomorrow
and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?