| A Song For All Lovers I see them dancing somewhere in the moonlight, somewhere in Alaska, somewhere in the sun. I hear them singing a song for all lovers, a song for the two hearts beating only as one. Imagine the morning, no longer alone. The arms of another, a place to belong. No longer the struggle, no longer the night, and ever becoming in the quickening light. To see the darkness, to listen within, to answer in kindness, to ever begin. To ever be gentle, to always be strong. To walk in the wonder, to live in the song. In a place of enchantment where the wild things are known. Will the future remember when the lovers are gone? To ever be gentle, to always be strong, to walk in the wonder, to live in the song. And I see them dancing somewhere in the moonlight, somewhere in Alaska, somewhere in the sun. And I hear them singing a song for all lovers. A song for the two hearts beating only as one. A song for the two hearts beating only as one. Amazon There is a river that runs from the mountains, that one river is all rivers, all rivers are that one. There is a tree that stands in the forest, that one tree is all forests, all trees are that one. There is a flower that blooms in the desert, that one blossom is all flowers, all flowers are that one. It is the song of life, it is the flower of faith, it is the tree of temptation it is the river of no regret. There is a child that cries in the ghetto, that one child is all children, all children are that one. There is a vision that shines in the darkness, that one vision is all of our dreams, all of our dreams are that one. It is a vision of heaven, it is a child of promise, it is the song of life, it is the river of no regret. Let this be a voice for the mountains, let this be a voice for the river, let this be a voice for the forest, let this be a voice for the flowers, let this be a voice for the ocean, let this be a voice for the desert, let this be a voice for the children, let this be a voice for the dreamers, let this be a voice of no regret, no regret. Annie's Song You fill up my senses like a night in the forest, like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain, like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean. You fill up my senses, come fill me again. Come let me love you, let me give my life to you, let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms, let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you. Come let me love you, come love me again. You fill up my senses like a night in the forest, like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain, like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean. You fill up my senses, come fill me again. Back Home Again There's a storm across the valley, clouds are rolling in, the afternoon is heavy on your shoulders. There's a truck out on the four lane, a mile or more away, the whining of his wheels just makes it colder. He's an hour away from riding on your prayers up in the sky and ten days on the road are barely gone. There's a fire softly burning, supper's on the stove, but it's the light in your eyes that makes him warm. Hey, it's good to be back home again. Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend. Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again. There's all the news to tell him, how's you spend your time, and what's the latest thing the neighbors say? And your mother called last Friday, "Sunshine" made her cry and you felt the baby move just yesterday. Hey, it's good to be back home again. Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend. Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again. Oh, the time that I can lay this tired old body down, and feel your fingers feather soft upon me. The kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way, the happiness that living with you brings me. It's the sweetest thing I know of, just spending time with you. It's the little things that make a house a home. Like a fire softly burning and supper on the stove, the light in your eyes that makes me warm. Hey, it's good to be back home again. Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend. Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again. Hey, it's good to be back home again. Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend. Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again. I said hey, it's good to be back home again. Bet on the Blues (Paxton) Copyright 1975 Accabonac Music Five hundred'll buy you a stack. Bet it on the red or the black and you'll lose, bet on the blues. You tell me you're a gambling man. Try to beat the house if you can and you lose, bet on the blues. If you're looking to get an inside slant, if you're looking for something so good you can't refuse, bet on the blues. Find a man who thinks he's over the hump, I'm here to tell you he's a kind of a chump you can use, bet on the blues, bet on the blues. Lucky old sun is shining today. Even money says you'll be paying some dues, bet on the blues. You say you found your lady fair. Eight to five she's wearing her traveling shoes, bet on the blues. Five hundred'll buy you a stack. Bet it on the red or the black and you'll lose, bet on the blues. You tell me you're a gambling man. Try to beat the house if you can and you lose, bet on the blues. If you're looking to get an inside slant, if you're looking for something so good you can't refuse, bet on the blues, bet on the blues, bet on the blues, bet on the blues, bet on the blues. Calypso To sail on a dream on a crystal clear ocean, to ride on the crest of the wild raging storm. To work in the service of life and the living, in search of the answers to questions unknown. To be part of the movement and part of the growing, part of beginning to understand. Aye, Calypso, the place's you've been to, the things that you've shown us, the stories you tell. Aye, Calypso, I sing to your spirit, the men who have served you so long and so well. Like the dolphin who guides you, you bring us beside you to light up the darkness and show us the way. For though we are strangers in your silent world, to live on the land we must learn from the sea. To be true as the tide and free as a wind swell, joyful and loving in letting it be. Aye, Calypso, the place's you've been to, the things that you've shown us, the stories you tell. Aye, Calypso, I sing to your spirit, the men who have served you so long and so well. Aye, Calypso, the place's you've been to, the things that you've shown us, the stories you tell. Aye, Calypso, I sing to your spirit, the men who have served you so long and so well. Darcy Farrow (Gillette/Campbell) Copyright 1964 by Sparrow Music Publishing Co. Where the walker runs down to the Carson Valley Plain, there lived a maiden, Darcy Farrow was her name. The daughter of old Dundee, and a fair one was she, the sweetest flower that bloomed o'er the range. Her voice was as sweet as sugar candy, her touch was as soft as a bed of goose down. Her eyes shone bright like the pretty lights that shine in the night out of Yerrington town. She was courted by young Vandamere. A fine lad was he as I am to hear. He gave her silver rings and lacy things. She promised to wed before the snows came that year. But her pony did stumble, and she did fall. Her dying touched the hearts of us one and all. Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet through his brain, We buried them together as the snows began to fall. They sing of Darcy Farrow where the Truckee runs through, they sing of her beauty in Virginia City, too. At dusky sundown to her name they drink a round and to young Vandy whose love was true. Dreamland Express I caught a ride on the dreamland express last night, I was sailing on an ocean of blue. When right there by my side, much to my surprise was you. I said, come on over here baby, let my look in your eyes, let me see the very heart of you. And I couldn't believe it, to conceive that my dream would come true. Cause you said, hey there, sweet daddy, everything is all right. For miles there's not a telephone line. There's not a soul to disturb us, don't be nervous, just come and be mine. You said, let me be the end of your rainbow, let me be the stars up above. Let me be the one that you long for, darling, let me be the one that you love, oh, let me be the one that you love. And now it's four in the morning, honey, I can't sleep. I can't seem to get you out of my mind. I keep tossing and turning, yearning for the sun to shine. I'd like to send you a ticket on the dreamland express, and take you far away with me. I've got a vision of heaven and you're living there with me. Honey, let me be the end of your rainbow, let me be the stars up above. Let me be the one that you long for, darling, let me be the one that you love, oh, let me be the one that you love, oh, let me be the one that you love. Eagles and Horses (Denver/Henry) Horses are creatures who worship the earth as they gallop on feet of ivory. Constrained by the wonder of dying and birth, the horses still run, they are free. My body is merely the shell of my soul but the flesh must be given its due. Like a pony that carries its rider back home, like an old friend that's tried and been true. I had a vision of eagles and horses high on a ridge in a race with the wind. Going higher and higher and faster and faster, on eagles and horses, I'm flying again. Eagles inhabit the heavenly heights, they know neither limit nor bound. They're the guardian angels of darkness and light, they see all and hear every sound. My spirit will never be broken or caught for the soul is a free-flying thing. Like an eagle that needs neither comfort nor thought to rise up on glorious wings. I had a vision of eagles and horses high on a ridge in a race with the wind. My body is merely the shell of my soul, but the flesh must be given its due. Like a pony that carries its master back home, like an old friend that's tried and been true. My spirit will never be broken or caught for the soul is a free-flying thing. Like an eagle that needs neither comfort nor thought to rise up on glorious wings. I had a vision of eagles and horses high on a ridge in a race with the wind. Falling Out Of Love This is what it's like falling out of love, this is the way you lose your very best friend. This is how it feels when it's all over, this is just the way a true love ends. First of all, there's no one you can talk to. When there is, they just don't seem to hear. Words don't seem to matter much anyway, they can't describe the pain, they can't explain the fear. Then the nights grow cold and hard to live through, still you hate to see the morning come. Somehow tomorrow doesn't matter much anymore, the future holds no promise, your life's already done. This is what it's like falling out of love, this is the way you lose your very best friend. This is how it feels when it's all over, this is just the way a true love ends. Then you find your heart no longer flutters. You no longer look through a lover's eyes. What's to see when the world falls down around you? You simply can't believe it, but it comes as no surprise. This is what it's like falling out of love, this is the way you lose your very best friend. This is how it feels when it's all over, this is just the way a true love ends. What this sense of failure? It's such an incredible loss. It's all the things you'll never do and all the dreams that will never come true. This is what it's like falling out of love, this is the way you lose your very best friend. This is how it feels when it's all over, this is just the way a true love ends. Oh, this is just the way a true love ends. I don't believe a true love ever ends. Fly Away All of her days have gone soft and cloudy, all of her dreams have gone dry. All of her nights have gone sad and shady, She's getting ready to fly. Fly away, fly away, fly away. Life in the city can make you crazy for sounds of the sand and the sea. Life in a high-rise can make you hungry for things that you can't even see. Fly away, fly away, fly away. In this whole world there's nobody as lonely as she, there's nowhere to go and there's nowhere that she'd rather be. She's looking for lovers and children playing, she's looking for signs of the spring. She listens for laughter and sounds of dancing, she listens for any old thing. Fly away, fly away, fly away . In this whole world there's nobody as lonely as she, there's nowhere to go and there's nowhere that she'd rather be. All of her days have gone soft and cloudy, all of her dreams have gone dry. All of her nights have gone sad and shady, She's getting ready to fly. Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away. Where are my days, where are my nights? Where is the Spring? I wanna fly, I wanna fly... For You Just to look in your eyes again, just to lay in your arms. Just to be the first one always there for you. Just to live in your laughter, just to sing in your heart. Just to be every one of your dreams come true. Just to sit by your window, just to touch in the night. Just to offer a prayer each day for you. Just to long for your kisses, just to dream of your sighs. Just to know that I'd give my life for you. For you, all the rest of my life, for you, all the rest of my life, for you alone, only for you. Just to wake up each morning, just to have you by my side. Just to know that you're never really far away. Just a reason for living, just to say I adore. Just to know that you're here in my heart to stay. For you, all the rest of my life, for you, all the rest of my life, for you alone, only for you. Just the words of a love song, just the beat of my heart. Just the pledge of my life, my love, for you. I Guess He'd Rather Be In Colorado (Danoff/Nivert) I guess he'd rather be in Colorado. He'd rather spend his time out where the sky looks like a pearl after the rain. Once again I see him walking, once again I hear him talking to the stars he makes and asking them the bus fare. I guess he'd rather be in Colorado. He'd rather play his banjo in the morning when the moon is scarcely gone. In the dawn the subway's coming, in the dawn I hear him humming some old song he wrote of love in Boulder Canyon. I guess he'd rather be in Colorado. I guess he'd rather be in Colorado. I guess he'd rather work out where the only thing you earn is what you spend. In the end up in his office, in the end a quiet cough is all he has to show, he lives in New York City. I guess he'd rather be in Colorado. Is It Love? I know how it feels to be head over heels, to be lost in true love and the light of the moon. When everything seems to be coming up roses, every word seems to be rhyming with June. And suddenly all of your dreams have come true, happiness lives in your heart. Then out of nowhere, one becomes two, and everything seems to be falling apart. Is it Love? When your heart feels like it's broken, Is it Love? And you just can't take anymore. Is it Love? When there's nothing that's left to be spoken. Is it Love? And there's nothing worth listening for. Is it Love? Oooooo... I know what it means to get caught up in dreams and in prayers that are answered with each passing day. When loving and laughter are birds of a feather, and sharing and caring, just simple ways. You know you'll never be all alone, someone will always be near. Then you turn around and your best friend is gone, Oh, where do they go when they just disappear? Is it Love? When your heart feels like it's broken, Is it Love? And you just can't take anymore. Is it Love? When there's nothing that's left to be spoken. Is it Love? And there's nothing worth listening for. Is it Love? Oooooo... There's no answer, there seems to be nothing to say, in your anger, would you even hear anyway. It was magic, but somehow you've broken the spell, it was heaven, but somehow it's turned into hell. Is it Love? When your heart feels like it's broken, Is it Love? And you just can't take anymore. Is it Love? When you feel more than you could imagine. Is it Love Now there's nothing that's worth living for. Is it Love? Oooooo... Is it Love? Is it Love? Another expression of love, you could be falling in love. I wanna be in love.... Oooooo... Leaving, On A Jet Plane/Goodbye Again 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. 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. 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? Matthew I had an uncle, name of Matthew, he was his father's only boy. Born just south of Colby, Kansas, he was his mother's pride and joy. Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on, love was just a way to live and die. Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field, blue was just the Kansas summer sky. And all the stories that he told me back when I was just a lad. All the memories that he gave me, all the good times that he had. Growing up a Kansas farm boy, life was mostly having fun. Riding on his daddy's shoulders behind the mule, beneath the sun. Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on, love was just a way to live and die. Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field, blue was just the Kansas summer sky. Well, I guess there were some hard times, and I'm told some years were lean. They had a storm in '47, twister came and stripped 'em clean. He lost the farm, he lost his family, he lost the wheat, he lost his home. But he found the family bible, his faith as solid as a stone. Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on, love was just a way to live and die. Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field, blue was just the Kansas summer sky. So he came to live at our house, and he came to work the land. He came to ease my daddy's burden, and he came to be my friend. So I wrote this down for Matthew, and it's for him this song is sung. Riding on his daddy's shoulders, behind the mule, beneath the sun Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on, love was just a way to live and die. Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field, blue was just the Kansas summer sky. Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on, love was just a way to live and die. Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field, blue was just the Kansas summer sky. Me And My Uncle (Phillips) Me and my uncle went a riding down from Colorado, west Texas bound. We stopped over in Santa Fe, part it being about half way, besides it was the hottest part of the day. We led our ponies into the stall, went to a bar, boys, bought drinks for all. Two days in the saddle, my body hurt. It being summer, took off my shirt, and tried to wash off some of that dusty dirt. West Texas cowboys, all over town, with gold and silver, they're loaded down. Just in from roundup, you know it seemed a shame. And so my uncle, starts a friendly game. It's Hi-Lo Jack, the winner takes a gain. From the beginning my uncle started to win. Them Texas cowboys, they was as mad as sin. Some said he's cheating, but that can't be. Because my uncle, he's as honest as me. And I'm about as honest as a Denver man can be. One of them cowboys, you know he started to draw. I grabbed the bottle, slapped him on the jaw. I had to shoot another, now he won't grow old, in the confusion, my uncle grabbed the gold, We hightailed on down to Mexico. God bless cowboys, God bless gold. God bless my uncle, God rest his soul. He taught me well, boys, taught me all I know. Taught me so well that I grabbed the gold, Left him lying there by the side of the road. 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. 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 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 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 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. This Old Guitar This old guitar taught me to sing a love song, it showed me how to laugh and how to cry. It introduced me to some friends of mine and brightened up some days. It helped me make it through some lonely nights. What a friend to have on a cold and lonely night This old guitar gave me my lovely lady, it opened up her eyes and ears to me. it brought us close together and I guess it broke her heart, it opened up the space for us to be, what a lovely place and a lovely space to be. This old guitar gave me my life my living all the things you know I love to do To serenade the stars that shine from a sunny mountainside, and most of all, to sing my songs for you, I love to sing my songs for you, yes I do, you know, I love to sing my songs for you. Whispering Jesse I often have wandered in deep contemplation, it seems that the mind runs wild when you're all alone. The way that it could be, the ways that it should be. Things I'd do differently if I could do them again. I've always loved spring time, the passing of winter. The green of the new leaves and life going on. The promise of morning, The long days of summer, warm nights of loving her beneath the bright stars. I'm just an old cowboy from high Colorado, too old to ride anymore, too blind to see. I sleep in the city now, away from my mountains, away from the cabin we always called home. I dreamed I left there on an old palomino. Whispering Jesse rode right by my side. I long to hold her, to hear her soft breathing, the touch of her cool hand on my fevered brow. Whispering Jesse still rides in the mountains, still sings in the canyons, still lives in my heart. 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. You Say That The Battle Is Over (Mallett) And you say that the battle is over, and you say that the war is all done. Go tell it to those with the wind in their nose who run from the sound of the gun. And write it on the sides of the great whaling ships, or on ice floes where conscience is tossed. With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die and it's we who must measure the loss. And you say that the battle is over, and finally the world is at peace. You mean no one is dying, and mothers don't weep, or it's not in the papers at least. There are those who would deal in the darkness of life, there are those who would tear down the sun. And most men are ruthless, but some will still weep when the gifts we were given are gone. Now the blame cannot fall on the heads of a few, it's become such a part of the race. It's eternally tragic for that which is magic be killed at the end of the glorious chase. From young seals to great whales, from waters to woods, they will fall just like weeds in the wind. With fur coats and perfumes and trophies on walls, what a hell of a race to call men. And you say that the battle is over, and you say that the war is all done. Go tell it to those with the wind in their nose who run from the sound of the gun. And write it on the sides of the great whaling ships, or on ice floes where conscience is tossed. With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die and it's we who must measure the loss. With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die, And it's we who must measure the cost. |
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