John Denver Album

I've been lately thinkin' about my life's time
All the things I've done and how it's been
And I can't help believin' 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

And I have to say it now, it's been a good life all in all
It's really fine to have the 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, nights are seldom long
Time around me whispers when it's cold
The changes somehow frighten me, still I have to smile
It turns me on to think of growing old

For though 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

And I have to say it now, it's been a good life all in all
It's really fine to have the 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?

This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Poems, Prayers & Promises album, and has also been released on the Changes and Reflections: Songs of Love and Life albums.

When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
And in my hour of darkness, she is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be

And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree
There will be an answer, let it be
For though they may be parted, there is still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah
Ther will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be

Lady, are you crying, do the tears belong to me
Did you think our time together was all gone
Lady, you've been dreaming, I'm as close as I can be
And I swear to you our time has just begun

Close your eyes and rest your weary mind
I promise I will stay right here beside you
Today our lives were joined, became entwined
I wish that you could know how much I love you

Lady, are you happy, do you feel the way I do
Are there meanings that you've never seen before
Lady, my sweet lady, I just can't believe it's true
And it's like I've never, ever loved before

(Chorus)

Lady, are you crying, do the tears belong to me
Did you think our time together was all gone
Lady, my sweet lady, I'm as close as I can be
And I swear to you our time has just begun

Well I was a red man
I was proud, I was strong
You were the white man
And you stole away my home

Now I am a wooden Indian
Painted dreams inside my head
Times THE WAY you bring me down
Make ME wish THAT I was dead

Na na na na nana.....

Ay, I was a red man
In my passing made no sound
You were the white man
And you drove me in the ground

Now I am a wooden Indian
Standing silent in the rain
Swear BY my grandfather's father
We're GONNA rise again

Na na na

Ay, I was a red man
I was proud, I was strong
You were the white man
And you stole away my home

Now I am a wooden Indian
Standing silent in the rain
Swear BY my grandfather's father
We're GONNA rise again

Words and music by John Denver

Junk

Motorcars, handlebars, bicycles for two
Brokenhearted jubilee

Parachutes, army boots, sleeping bags for two
Sentimental jamboree

Buy, Buy says the sign in the shop window
Why, why says the junk in the yard
Ya da da da da La da da da

Buy, Buy says the sign in the shop window
Why, why says the junk in the yard
Ya da da da da da da la la la la la

Candlesticks, building bricks,
something old and new
Memories for you and me

Words and Music by Paul McCartney

The prodigal son he'd been away awhile
He was makin' his way back home now
After many a ragged mile
When he finally crossed the river
And his father saw him near
There was a joyful sound for all the world to hear

Chorus:

I listened to what the Good Book said
And it made good sense to me
Talkin' 'bout reapin' what you're sowin'
And people tryin' to be free
Now we got new names and faces
This time around
Gospel changes, Lord
Still goin' down

Jesus--He did not doubt His gift
Though He knew that He had not long to live
He took care of the business,
Teaching us how to fly
Then He bowed His head
And laid down to die

(Chorus)

Jerusalem I see is standing high
But if you lose your salvation
There'll be no tears left to cry
Now some men worship a golden calf
While others are bought and sold
And if we live like that,
Brother we pay the toll

(Chorus)

Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze

Country roads, take me home to the place I belong
West Virginia, Mountain Mama
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 Mama
Take me home, country roads

I hear her voice, in the mornin' hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And drivin' down the road, I get a feelin
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

Country roads, take me home to the place I belong
West Virginia, Mountain Mama
Take me home, country roads

Country roads, take me home to the place I belong
West Virginia, Mountain Mama
Take me home, country roads
Take me home, (down) country roads
Take me home, (down) country roads

I Guess He?d Rather Be In Colorado


I guess he'd rather be in Colorado
He'd rather spend his time out where the sky looks like a pearl after a rain
Once again I see him walkin Once again I hear him talking to the stars he makes
and asking them for 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 subways comin in the dawn I hear him hummin'
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

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 all the time makes me high
Sunshine almost always...

Time as I've known it
Doesn't take much time to pass by me
Minutes into days turn into months turn into years
They hurry by me

Still I love to see the sun go down
And the world go around

Dreams full of promises
Hopes for the future
I've had many

Dreams I can't remember now
Hopes that I've forgotten
Faded memories

Still I love to see the sun go down
And the world go around

And I love to see the morning
As it steals across the sky
I love to remember

And I love to wonder why
And I hope that I'm around
So I can be there when I die
When I'm gone

I hope that you will think of me
In moments when you're happy
And you're smiling

And that the thought will comfort you
On cold and cloudy days
If you are crying

And that you'll love to see the sun go down
And the world go around
And around and around

Words and music by John Denver

[No lyrics]

Once upon a time in the land of hushabye
in the woundrous days of yore
They came upon this kind of box
All bound with chains and locked with locks
And labelled "kindly do not Touch, it's WAR"

Decree was issued round about
All with a flourish and a shout
And gayley colored mascots trippling lightly on the fore
"do not tamper with this deadly box"
"Don"t break the chains or pick the locks"
"Please don't ever play about with war"

Well the children understood
children happen to be good
And they were just as around the time of yore
they didn't try to break the chains or pick the locks
they didn't play about with war

Mommies didn't either
sisters aunts grannies neither
They were quiet and sweet and pretty in those wondrous days of yore
Fairley much the same as now
Not the ones to blame somehow
for opning up that deadly box of war.

But someone did,
Someone battered in the lid
and spilled the insides out across the floor
A Kind of bouncy bumpy ball, filled with guns and flags and all the tears and
horror and death, that goes with war.

It bounced right out and went crashing all about
And bumping into everything in store
and what was sad and most unfair
Is that it didn't really seem to care much who it bumped
Or why, or what , or for.

It bumped the children mainly
And I'll tell you this quite plainly
It bumps them evry day and more, and more
And leaves them dead and burned and dying
Thousands of them sick and crying
cos when it bumps
its really very sore

Now theres a way to stop the ball
it isn't difficult at all
all it takes is wisdom
and I'm absolutley sure
We can get the ball back in the box
And bind the chains
And lock the locks
no one seems to want to save the children any more

Well thats the way it all appears
that balls been bouncing round for years and years
in spite of all the wisdom whiz since those wondrous days of yore
when they came upon this kind of box
all bound with chains and locked with locks
and labelled "Kindly do not touch"
"ITS WAR"