| Follow Me It's by far the hardest thing I've ever done, to be so in love with you and so alone. Follow me where I go, what I do and who I know, make it part of you to be a part of me. Follow me up and down, all the way and all around, take my hand and say you'll follow me. It's long been on my mind, you know, it's been a long, long time. I'll try to find the way that I can make you understand the way I feel about you and just how much I need you to be there where I can talk to you when there's no one else around. Follow me where I go, what I do and who I know, make it part of you to be a part of me. Follow me up and down, all the way and all around, take my hand and say you'll follow me. You see, I'd like to share my life with you and show you things I've seen, places that I'm going to and places where I've been. To have you there beside me and never be alone, and all the time that you're with me, then we will be at home. Follow me where I go, what I do and who I know, make it part of you to be a part of me. Follow me up and down, all the way and all around, take my hand and I will follow you. For Baby (For Bobbie) I'll walk in the rain by your side, I'll cling to the warmth of your hand. I'll do anything to keep you satisfied, I'll love you more than anybody can. And the wind will whisper your name to me, little birds will sing along in time. Leaves will bow down when you walk by and morning bells will chime. I'll be there when you're feeling down to kiss away the tears that you cry. I'll share with you all the happiness I've found, a reflection of the love in your eyes. And I'll sing you the songs of the rainbow, a whisper of the joy that is mine. Leaves will bow down when you walk by and morning bells will chime. I'll walk in the rain by your side, I'll cling to the warmth of your tiny hand. I'll do anything to help you understand, and I'll love you more than anybody can. And the wind will whisper your name to me, little birds will sing along in time. Leaves will bow down when you walk by and morning bells will chime. Goodbye Again It's five o'clock this morning and the sun is on the rise. There's frosting on the windowpane and sorrow in your eyes. The stars are fading quietly, night is nearly gone. And so you turn away from me and tears begin to come, and it's goodbye again, I'm sorry to be leaving you. Goodbye again, as if you didn't know, it's goodbye again, and I wish you could tell me, why do we always fight when I have to go? It seems a shame to leave you now, you lay so soft and warm. I long to lay me down again and hold you in my arms. I long to kiss your tears away and give you back your smile. But other voices beckon me and for a little while it's goodbye again, Goodbye again, as if you didn't know, it's goodbye again, and I wish you could tell me, why do we always fight when I have to go? I have to go and see some friends of mine and some that I don't know, and some who aren't familiar with my name. It's something that's inside of me, not hard to understand, it's anyone who'll listen to me sing. If your hours are empty now, who am I to blame? Do you think if I were always here, our love would be the same? As it is, the time we have is worth the time alone. And lying by your side's the greatest peace I've ever known, and it's goodbye again, Goodbye again, as if you didn't know, it's goodbye again, and I wish you could tell me, why do we always fight when I have to go? Leaving, On A Jet Plane 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. 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 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? Rhymes And 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 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. Rocky Mountain High (Denver/Taylor) 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. Starwood In Aspen It's a long way from LA to Denver, it's a long time to hang in the sky. It's a long way home to Starwood in Aspen, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise, Oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise. Springtime is rolling round slowly, gray skies are bringing me down. I can't remember when I've even been so lonely, I forgot what it's like to be home, can't remember what it's like to be home. I think on my lady, sweet memories. I think on my children's sweet smiles. I think on my home in Starwood in Aspen, all my friends and the snow-covered hills, oh, my friends are the snow-covered hills. Can I tell you, I'm happy to be here to share and consider this time. For I see here the shadows of changes and a feeling of new friends to find, and I see here some new friends to find. It's a long way from LA to Denver, it's a long time to hang in the sky. It's a long way home to Starwood in Aspen, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise, Oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise. 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... Take Me Home, Country Roads (Denver/ Danoff/Danoff) Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River. Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, blowing 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 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 momma, take me home, country roads. I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me, the radio reminds me of my home far away. And driving down the road I get a feeling 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. 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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