| Autograph Here I am closing my eyes again. Trying so hard not to see all the things that I see. Almost willing to lie again, I swear that it just isn't so, it just isn't me. We are never alone even though we'd like to be. Then I go and open my eyes again. Love in your eyes is the thing that I'd most like to see. I'd be willing to die again. To know of a place and a time where it always could be. To be always with you and you always with me. This is my autograph, here in the songs that I sing. Here in my cry and my laugh, here in the love that I bring, to be always with you and you always with me. Say a prayer and open your heart again. You are the love and the life that we all need to see. Always willing to shine and then, peace on this earth is the way that it always can be. To be always with you and you always with me. This is my autograph, here in the songs that I sing. Here in my cry and my laugh, here in the love that I bring, to be always with you and you always with me Dancing With The Mountains Everybody's got the dancing fever, everybody loves to rock and roll. Play it loud and baby play it better, funky music's gotta stretch your soul. Just relax and let the rhythm take you, don't you be afraid to lose control. If your heart has found some empty spaces, dancing's just the thing to make you whole. I am one who dances with the mountains. I am one who dances in the wind. I am one who dances on the ocean. My partner's more than pieces, more than friends. Were you there the night they lost the lightning? Were you there the day the earth stood still? Did you see the famous and the fighting? Did you hear the prophet tell his tale? We are one when dancing with the mountains. We are one when singing in the wind. We are one when thinking of each other. More than partners, much more than pieces, more than friends. How Can I Leave You Again? In a spaceship over the mountains, chasing rainbows in the setting sun. Leaving heart and home for the city of angels, I feel my life is undone. There are pathways winding below me, in pleasure I've gone where they go. In the quiet stillness, I can hear symphonies, the loveliest music I know. How can I leave you again? I must be clear out of my mind. Lost in a storm I've gone blind, oh, how can I leave you again. Oh, it's been a long time since I've listened, still longer since I've walked with you. For the first time I know what I'm missing, some answers are no longer true. So I question the course that I follow. I'm doubtful and deep in despair. My heart is filled with impossible notions, can it be you no longer care? Still I ride on the winds of a high wind blowing steady and strong behind me. As the clouds surrender, my fate is for certain, I'm a sailor who runs to the sea. How can I leave you again? I must be clear out of my mind. Lost in a storm I've gone blind, oh, how can I leave you again. How can I leave you again? I must be clear out of my mind. Lost in a storm I've gone blind, oh, how can I leave you again. I Want To Live There are children raised in sorrow on a scorched and barren plain, there are children raised beneath a golden sun. There are children of the water, 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, 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. 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, I want to live, I want to live. Love Again I didn't think it could happen again, just too old and set in my ways. I was convinced I would always be lonely all of the rest of my days. Maybe I gave up on romance in my longing to give up the pain, I just didn't believe I would ever love again. I was like one who had shut myself in, closed the windows, locked all the doors. Afraid of the dark and the beat of my heart, yet knowing there had to be more. Though it sounds like a great contradiction, it's the easiest thing to explain, you see, I was afraid I might never love again. What does it take for a blind man to see that there's more there than just meets the eye? What are the ways that the magic comes in that can turn a song into a sigh? Sometimes I think that I'm dreaming or maybe I'm going insane, or maybe it's just that I'm falling in love again. Here I am standing beside you, oh, life's such a wonderful game. Look at me now, I'm falling in love, look at me now, I'm falling in love, look at me now, I'm falling in love again. 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. 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. Seasons Of The Heart Of course we have our differences, you shouldn't be surprised. It's as natural as changes in the seasons and the skies. Sometimes we grow together, sometimes we drift apart, a wiser man than I might know the seasons of the heart. And I'm walking here beside you in the early evening chill. a thing we've always loved to do, I know we always will. We have so much in common, so many things we share, that I can't believe my heart when it implies that you're not there. Love is why I came here in the first place, love is now the reason I must go. Love is all I ever hoped to find here, love is still the only dream I know. So I don't know how to tell you, it's difficult to say. I never in my wildest dreams imagined it this way. But sometimes I just don't know you, there's a stranger in our home. When I'm lying right beside you is when I'm most alone. And I think my heart is broken, there's an emptiness inside. So many things I've longed for have so often been denied. Still I wouldn't try to change you, there's no one that's to blame. It's just some things that mean so much and we just don't feel the same. Love is why I came here in the first place, love is now the reason I must go. Love is all I ever hoped to find here, love is still the only dream I know. True love is still the only dream I know. Shanghai Breezes It's funny how you sound as if you're right next door when you're really half a world away. I just can't seem to find the words I'm looking for to say the things that I want to say. I can't remember when I felt so close to you, it's almost more than I can bear. And though I seem a half a million miles from you, you are in my heart and living there. And the moon and the stars are the same ones you see, it's the same old sun up in the sky. And your voice in my ear is like heaven to me like the breezes here in old Shanghai. There are lovers who walk hand in hand in the park and lovers who walk all alone. There are lovers who lie unafraid in the dark and lovers who long for home. Oh, I couldn't leave you even if I wanted to, you're in my dreams and always near. And especially when I sing the songs I wrote for you, you are in my heart and living there. And the moon and the stars are the same ones you see, it's the same old sun up in the sky. And your face in my dreams is like heaven to me just like the breezes here in old Shanghai. Shanghai breezes, cool and clearing, evening's sweet caress. Shanghai breezes, soft and gentle, remind me of your tenderness. And the moon and the stars are the same ones you see, it's the same old sun up in the sky. And your love in my life is like heaven to me, like the breezes here in old Shanghai. And the moon and the stars are the same ones you see, it's the same old sun up in the sky. And your love in my life is like heaven to me, like the breezes here in old Shanghai. Just like the breezes here in old Shanghai Some Days Are Diamonds (Feller) When you ask how I've been here without you, I like to say I've been fine, and I do. But we both know the truth is hard to come by. And if I told the truth, that's not quite true. Some days are diamonds, some days are stone. Some times the hard times won't leave me alone. Some times the cold winds blow a chill in my bones. Some days are diamonds, some days are stone. Now the face that I see in my mirror, more and more is a stranger to me. More and more I can see there's a danger in becoming what I never thought I'd be. Some days are diamonds, some days are stone. Some times the hard times won't leave me alone. Some times the cold winds blow a chill in my bones. Some days are diamonds, some days are stone. Some days are diamonds, some days are stone. Some times the hard times won't leave me alone. Some times the cold winds blow a chill in my bones. Some days are diamonds, some days are stone. The Gold And Beyond (Denver/Holdridge) On a snow crystal morning, some place close to heaven, on the side of a mountain in a race for the sun. In a matter of moments, the dream of a lifetime is won, there's a fire in the heart and it feels like the hunger. The spirit is burning, consumed by the flame, to be one of the best of the best in the world, is it's name. To go faster and farther than anyone's ever before, to be braver and stronger and truer and then even more. To be all that you can be and all that you've ever longed for. In the eyes of the mountain, all people are equal. In the eyes of all people, our souls can be seen. In the course of our struggle, we'll know what humanity means. To be all that you can be and all that you've ever longed for, we gather together to face one another. We gather in silence and sing for the sun. We gather in peace to go for the gold and beyond. Wild Montana Skies He was born in the Bitteroot Valley in the early morning rain. Wild geese over the water, heading north and home again. Bringing a warm wind from the south, bringing the first taste of the spring. His mother took him to her breast, and softly she did sing: Oh Montana, give this child a home. Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own. Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes, give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana Skies. His mother died that summer and he never learned to cry. He never knew his father and he never did ask why. He never knew the answers that would make an easy way, but he learned to know the wilderness and to be a man that way. His mother's brother took him in to his family and his home, gave him a hand that he could lean on and a strength to call his own. And he learned to be a farmer, and he learned to love the land, and he learned to read the seasons and he learned to make a stand. Oh Montana, give this child a home. Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own. Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes, give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana Skies. On the eve of his 21st birthday, he set out on his own. He was 30 years and running when he found his way back home. Riding a storm across the mountains and an aching in his heart, said he came to turn the pages and to make a brand new start. Now he never told a story of the time that he was gone. Some say he was a lawyer, some say he was a John. There was something in the city that he said he couldn't breathe, there was something in the country that he said he couldn't leave. Now some say he was crazy, some are glad he's gone. Some of us will miss him and try to carry on, giving a voice to the forest, giving a voice to the dawn. Giving a voice to the wilderness and the land that he lived on. Oh Montana, give this child a home. Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own. Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes, give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana Skies. Oh Montana, give this child a home. Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own. Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes, give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana Skies. |
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