John Denver

[fox69]

"No One"

"No One"


I came into this lovely city about three weeks ago today,
and I've been trying to find someone that I can talk to, a friendly face to turn my way.
I walk these streets in silent sorrow, I walk my feet into the ground,
and all I see are cloudy, cold, suspicious faces, I swear to God it brings me down.
Is there no one with a smile for me, no one with a hello in their eyes?
Is there no one who will love me and help me through the dark and lonely night?

The park's so green and full of flowers and lovers lying on the lawn.
I wish I had a lady here that I could laugh with, sweet Jesus Christ, it hurts me so to be alone.
Is there no one with a smile for me, no one with a hello in their eyes?
Is there no one who will love me and help me through the dark and lonely night?

Singing la la la la la la, Singing la la la la la la.

This life is hard and full of trouble, it's painful just to live from day to day.
But if you're weary and afraid don't turn away now,
there's no reason why we have to feel this way.
Is there no one with a smile for me, no one with a hello in their eyes?
Is there no one who will love me and help me through the dark and lonely night?

Singing la la la la la la, Singing la la la la la la.

I just need someone to talk to. It hurts to be alone.
I just need someone to laugh with. It hurts to be alone.
I just want someone to love me. I need someone to talk to. And it hurts to be alone.

Singing la la la la la la, Singing la la la la la la.
Singing la la la la la la, Singing la la la la la la.

 

[fox69]

"No One Like You"

"No One Like You"


I like your eyes.
I like your nose.
I like your mouth.
Your ears, your hands, your toes.

I like you face.
It's really you.
I like the things you say and do.
There's not a single soul
Who sees the skies
The way you see them.
Through your eyes.
And aren't you glad.
You should be glad.
There's no one, no one
Exactly like you.

 

[fox69]

"Nobody Can Take My Dreams From Me"

"Nobody Can Take My Dreams From Me"


There are minstrels and beggars, poems in the sight of the king.
Sometimes they sleep in the daytime, come out in the night time and sing.
They come into the castle, through whatever window they can find, they come into your mind.
Dreams of flying, dreams of being free. No one can take my dreams from me.
No one can take my dreams from me.

You can bind me in chains, lock me up in a jailhouse to rot.
And if you come to see me, you might think I'm there but I am not.
They can sail into prison, find their way through any basement door, they can offer you more.
Dreams of flying, dreams of being free. No one can take my dreams from me.
No one can take my dreams from me.

You can take my money, take my reputation, can even take my color TV,
no one can take my dreams from me. No one can take my dreams from me.
No one can take my dreams from me.

 

[fox69]

"Noel: Christmas Eve 1913"

"Noel: Christmas Eve 1913"


A frosty Christmas Eve, when the stars where shining,
I traveled for the home, where westward falls the hill.
And for many, many a village, in the darkness of the valley,
distant music reached me, peels of bells were ringing.

Then spread my thoughts to olden times, to that first of Christmases
when shepherds who were watching, heard music in the fields.
And they sat there and they marveled, and they knew they could not tell
whether it were angels, or the bright stars a singing.

But to me heard a far, it was starry music,
the singing of the angels, the comfort of our Lord.
Words of old that come a traveling, by the riches of the times,
and I softly listened, as I stood upon the hill.
And I softly listened, as I stood upon the hill.

 

[fox69]

"Nothing But A Breeze"

"Nothing But A Breeze"


Life is just too short for some folks, for other folks it just drags on.
Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey, others figure tea's too strong.
Well, I'm the type of guy who wants to stand in the middle,
I don't like all this bouncing back and forth.
Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie and my head in the cool blue north.

In a small suburban garden, not a single neighbor knows our name.
I know the woman wishes we would move where the houses aren't all the same.
Say Johnny, I would like to go where the grass is greener, I couldn't really say where it may be.
But some place high on a mountain top, down by the deep blue sea.
And there, we'll do just as we please. It ain't nothing but a breeze.

One day I'll be old gray Grandpa, all the pretty girls will call me "Sir."
Now when they're asking me how things are, soon they'll ask me how things were.
Well, I don't mind being an old gray Grandpa as long as you'll be my gray Grandma.
But I think we should move with our tea and cookies to the shade of the old pawpaw.

There we'll do just as we please, It ain't nothing but a cool breeze.
Life is just too short for some folks, for other folks it just drags on.
Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey, others figure tea's too strong.
Well, I'm the type of guy who wants to stand in the middle,
I don't like all this bouncing back and forth.
Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie and my head in the cool blue north.
Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie and my head in the cool blue north.

 

[fox69]

"O Holy Night"

"O Holy Night"


O holy night, the stars are brightly shining, it is the night of our dear Savior's birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices for yonder breaks a new glorious morn.
Fall on your knees, oh, hear the angels' voices, oh, night divine, oh night when Christ was born.
O night divine, oh night, oh night divine, oh night divine.

Oh, night divine, oh night when Christ was born.
O night divine, oh night, oh night divine, oh night divine.

 

[fox69]

"Old Folks"

"Old Folks"


The old folks don't talk much
They talk so slowly when they do
They are rich they are poor
Their illusions are gone
They share one heart for two

Their homes all smell of time
Of old photographs
And an old fashioned song
Though you may live in town
You live so far away
When you've lived too long

Have they laughed too much
Do their dry voices crack
Talking of things gone by
Have they cried too much
A tear or two still always seems
To cloud the eye

They tremble as they watch the old silver clock
When day is through
Tick tock oh so slow
It says yes it says no
It says I wait for you

The old folks dream no more
Their books have gone to sleep
The piano's out of tune
The little cat is dead
And no more do they sing on a sunday afternoon

The old folks move no more
Their world become to small
Their bodies feel like lead
They might look out a window
Or else sit it a chair
Or else they stay in bed

And if they still go out
Arm in arm, arm in arm
In the morning chill
Its to have a good cry
To say their last goodbye
To one who's older still
And then they go home
To the old silver clock
When day is through
Tick tock so so slow
It says yes it says no
It says I wait for you

The old folks never die
They just put down their heads
And go to sleep one day
They will hold each others hands
Like children in the dark
But one will get lost anyway
And the other will remain
Just sitting in a room
Which makes no sound
It doesn't matter now
The song has died away
And echo's all around

You'll see them as they walk
Through the sun filled parks
Where children run and play
It hurst to much to smile
It hurts so much
But life goes on for still another day
As they try to escape the old silver clock
When day is through
Tick tock oh so slow
It says yes it says no
It says I wait for you

The old old silver clock
Thats hanging on the wall
That waits for us all

 

[fox69]

"Old Train"

"Old Train"


Old train, I can hear your whistle blow and I want to be jumping on again.
Old train, I've been everywhere you go and I know what lies beyond each bend.
Old train, each time you pass you're older than the last,
and it seems, I'm too old for running.
I hear your rusty wheels grate against the rails,
they cry with every mile, and I think I'll stay awhile.

Old train, I grow weary at the miles and I miss the freedom that was mine.
Old train, just to think about those times, I'll smile when you're highballing by.
Old train, each time you pass you're older than the last,
and it seems, I'm too old for running.
I hear your rusty wheels grate against the rails,
they cry with every mile, and I think I'll stay awhile.

 

[fox69]

"On The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe"

"On The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe"


Do you hear that whistle down the line, I figure that it's Engine #49,
She's the only one that'll sound that way on The Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe.

See the old smoke rising round the bend,
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend.
Folks around these parts set the time of day
From on The Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe.

Here she comes, whoo oo oo oo, hey Jim, you better get the rig.
Whoo oo oo oo, she's got a list of passengers that's pretty big.

And they'll all want a lift to Brown's Hotel,
'cause lots of them been traveling for quite a spell
all the way from Philadelphia on The Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe.

All aboard, all aboard, oo oo oo. Let her rip, let her rip, Mr. Engineer,
Gotta go, gotta go far away from here.
While the man at the fire shovels in the coals,
stick your head out the cab and watch the drivers roll.
See the towns and the roads go a whizzing by,
Fare thee well Laramie and Rocky Mountain High,
Yes sirree, here we are, going all the way, mustn't quit till we hit California.

See the old smoke rising round the bend,
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend.
Folks around these parts set the time of day
From on The Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe.

 

[fox69]

"On The Road"

"On The Road"


Back in 1958, we drove an old V-8.
And when it gone a hundred 'thou, we got out and pushed it a mile.
We didn't know who we were, we didn't know what we did, we were just on the road.

Heading down from Canada on a gravel road a mile from Montana,
then my Daddy read a sign and took us in the wrong direction.
I asked my Daddy, where are we going? He said we'll just follow our nose.
So I looked out the window and dreamed I was a cowboy.
We didn't know who we were, we didn't know what we did, we were just on the road.

Met a girl in a truck cafe, fell in love almost right away,
then the Mercury was ready to go, and I had to leave her.
Shooby dooby doo sha doo, shooby dooby doo sha doo, shoo doo.

Go home, said the man in the moon, go home.
Go home, said the man in the moon, go home.
Because it's getting sort of late, and I'll soon turn out my light.
Go home, said the man in the moon, go home.
We didn't know who we were, we didn't know what we did, we were just on the road.
We didn't know who we were, we didn't know what we did, we were just on the road.