John Denver

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"The Coventry Carol"

"The Coventry Carol"


Lullay, thou little tiny child, by, by, lully, lullay.
Lullay, thou little tiny child, by, by, lully, lullay.
O sisters too, how may we do, for to preserve this day,
this poor youngling for whom we sing, by, by, lully, lullay.

Herod the king in his regime charged he hath this day,
His men of night, in his own sight, all children young to slay.
Then woe is me, poor child, for thee, and ever mourn and say,
For thy parting not say, nor sing, by, by, lully, lullay.
Lullay, thou little tiny child, by, by, lully, lullay.
Lullay, thou little tiny child, by, by, lully, lullay.
O sisters too, how may we do, for to preserve this day,
this poor youngling for whom we sing, by, by, lully, lullay.

 

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"The Cowboy And The Lady"

"The Cowboy And The Lady"


In the airport lounge she sat, in a fancy feathered hat, the grandest lady I had ever seen.
Outside the heavy rain had grounded all the planes, so I asked her if she'd like some company.
In my rhinestone studded suit, my cowboy hat and boots, I must have been a sight for her to see.
But she said, "Pull up a chair" as she fumbled with her hair, a more unlikely pair you'll never see.
I was Mogen Davis wine, she was Chablis '59, but there we sat, the cowboy and the lady.
She was evenings at the opera, and summers in Paree,
I was Grand Ole Opry, Nashville, Tennessee.
The cowboy and the lady, as different as could be,
But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennessee.

And somewhere in between her Harvey's Bristol Cream
and the beer I drank and the easy company,
we somehow came together, for a night of stormy weather,
now there's a little bit of class in this old cowboy, there's a little bit of cowboy in the lady.

The cowboy and the lady, as different as could be,
But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennessee.

And somewhere in between her Harvey's Bristol Cream
and the beer I drank and the easy company,
we somehow came together, for a night of stormy weather,
now there's a little bit of class in this old cowboy, there's a little bit of cowboy in the lady.

 

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"The Eagle And The Hawk"

"The Eagle And The Hawk"


I am the eagle, I live in high country in rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky.
I am the hawk, and there's blood on my feathers.
But time is still turning, they soon will be dry.
And all those who see me, and all who believe in me
share in the freedom I feel when I fly.

Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops.
Sail o'er the canyons and up to the stars.
And reach for the heavens and hope for the future
and all that we can be, and not what we are.

 

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"The First Noel"

"The First Noel"


The first Noel, the angel did say,
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay;
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep,
On a cold winter's night that was so deep.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

They looked up and saw a star
Shining in the the East, beyond them far;
And to the earth it gave great light,
And so it continued both day and night.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

And by the light of that same star,
Three wise men came from country far;
To seek for a King was their intent,
And to follow the star wherever it went.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

This star drew night to the northwest,
O'er Bethlehem it took its rest;
And there it did both stop and stay,
Right over the place where Jesus lay.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

Then entered in those wise men three,
Full reverently upon their knee;
And offered there in his presence,
Their gold, and myrrh, and frankincense.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

 

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"The Flower That Shattered The Stone"

"The Flower That Shattered The Stone"


The earth is our mother, just turning around with her trees in the forest and roots underground. Our father above us, whose 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, a pure love still grows.
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, did I hear someone whisper, did 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, a pure love still grows.
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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"The Foxfire Suite"

"The Foxfire Suite"


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 nothing is a heavy load.
From the heather to the highlands we have found the Smokey 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 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 grieves.
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 over the water. Whisper the wind all through the night.
Whisper the wind along the canyon. Whisper the wind into the light.
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 in Carolina, deep in the forest where the foxfire glows.
High on a mountain, down in a holler, thunder and lightning, so it goes.
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 so it goes.

 

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"The Game Is Over"

"The Game Is Over"


Time, there was a time, you could talk to me without speaking.
You would look at me and I'd know all there was to know.
Days I think of you and remember the lies we told in the night.
The love we knew, the things we shared when our hearts were beating together.

Days that were so few full of love and you.
Gone, the days are gone now, days that seem so wrong now.
Life won't be the same without you to hold again in my arms to ease the pain.
And remember when our love was a reason for living.

Days that were so few full of love and you. The game is over.

 

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"The Gift You Are"

"The Gift You Are"


Image 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.

 

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"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.

 

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"The Little Engine That Could"

"The Little Engine That Could"


There was a little railroad train with loads and loads of toys,
all starting out to find a home with little girls and boys.
And as that little railroad train began to move along,
the little engine up in front was heard to sing this song:
Choo choo choo choo, choo choo choo choo, I feel so good today.
Oh, hear the track, oh clickity clack, I'll go my merry way.

The little train went rousing on so fast it seemed to fly.
Until it reached a mountain that went almost to the sky.
The little engine moaned and groaned and huffed and puffed away,
but halfway to the top it gave just gave up and seemed to say
I can't go on, I can't go on, I'm weary as can be.
I can't go on, I can't go on, this job is not for me.

The toys got out to push, but all in vain alas, alack.
And then a great big engine came a-whistling down the track.
They asked if it would kindly pull them up the mountainside,
but with a high and mighty sneer, it scornfully replied
don't bother me, don't bother me to pull the likes of you,
don't bother me, don't bother me, I've better things to do.

The toys all started crying cause that engine was so mean.
And then there cam another one, the smallest ever seen.
And though it seemed that she could hardly pull herself along,
she hitched on to the front and as she pulled and sang this song,
I think I can, I think I can, I think I have a plan,
and I can do most anything if I only think I can.

Then up that great big mountain with the cars all full of toys,
and soon they reached the waiting arms of little girls and boys.
And though that ends the story, it will do you lots of good
to take a lesson from the little engine that could.
Just think you can, just think you can and have that understood,
and very soon you'll start to say I always knew I could.
I knew I could, I knew I could, I knew I could, I knew I could.