JOHN DENVER lyrics - John Denver Collection

Amazon (Let This Be A Voice)

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This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the Different Directions Album, and has also been released on The Gift You Are and The John Denver Collection - Sunshine On My Shoulder Albums. A live version appears on The Wildlife Concert Album. 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 There is a bird that sings in the jungle That one song is all music All songs 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 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 Words and music by John Denver

Tule's Blues

WARREN ZEVON "Wanted Dead Or Alive"
(Warren Zevon) Oh Tule, it's on account of you that I've been weeping Here behind my hand It's lonesome in my heart's land, as the sands of the desert Oh, tell me, why was it always you, who, through the changes You, who always sang and played while the green vespers rang In the heart of the hillside It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other You and me, sweet and slightly out of key Like the sound of a running down calliope Oh Tule, it's once I was your knight in golden armor With the sun behind my hair My music filled the air with symbols and lightning Oh Tule, now can't you see I'm changing like the seasons? My hair is growing dark And there's no room left in the ark for a lark with a broken wing It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other And a child's voice, so tender and out of tune Keeps a'praying I'll be singing home soon Oh Tule, it's on account of you that I'll be leaving 'Cross the deep salt sea Whatever wild worlds I may see, will be empty without you It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other And a child's voice, so tender and out of tune Keeps a'praying I'll be singing home soon

1974

ROBBIE WILLIAMS
1974 Into bursting, into flames You burn so brightly To shame the shamed Feeling feelings, were never yours You woke up screaming 1974 1974 74, 74, 74, 74 Child of the 80's The Hillsborough crush That girl in the fourth year That was up the duff Lisa Parkes I loved you But you never saw A year below you 1974 1974 You're face now fear here You're getting skanks Must be a reason why i'm shooting blanks If you were the somewhere Right in my life The only saviour You're mine tonight Big wheel turning Down by the river Found my calling Down by the river Wanna live forever So far so good Now I trust myself better God I wish you would I've never been unfaithful Good with the law I know I've been faithful 1974 1974 I'll die in your footsteps Trade on your name I'll kill you with kindness If you hurt me again Standing in the rain Thinking of you tonight I've been searching for a meaning Trying to find a wife Loving all persons To make it alright I've been singing in the rain Watching over you tonight Stunned by the saddest songs she used to sing Don't look for tomorrow today Goodbye dear Sunday It's been fun now it's Monday Everything's coming up roses Child of the 80's 1974 Child of the 80's 1974 Child of the 80's 1974 Child of the 80's 1974

Pretty Polly

JOSH RITTER "Josh Ritter"
Pretty Polly, please come on down From your home home high up off the ground In the tree dark and forlorn Where the rope hangs bruised and worn Though I'll never fly to you It's the last thing I would do You have dug two holes so deep I'm afraid that one's for me Pretty Polly must I cry Without your voice I'll fear I'd die The song you sing and the story you tell We must keep them to ourselves Oh I know my voice like nightingale Now I have my brand new tale Of a tree dark and forlorn Where a rope hang bruised and worn Petty Polly, I have bread That I have not eaten yet Come and take them from my thalls Then we'll lay your song to rest I suppose my song can wait For I am hungry and grows late I will eat your bread and then I will sing my song a-gain Pretty Polly, I had no choice Stop your heart and steal your voice One more little body so still One more little hole to fill

Here

AMY GRANT "How Mercy Looks From Here"
What does all this beauty mean? It captures my attention and I'm speechless Sunset, Tennessee, colors burn across the sky Slowly fading golden rays Greet the moon and kiss the day goodbye And I, do I understand Is this Your voice, saying "Here I am"? I am here in the dark In the quiet of your heart I am here in your corner of the sky I'm the light that fades away At the turning of this day I am here, I am here Here, here, yeah What does all this music mean? The rhythm of the heartbeat and the symphony of every living thing Ringing throughout time The song of every single soul In harmony our voices intertwined And when it all began Was it Your voice, saying "Here I am"? I am here in the dark I'm the music in your heart I'm the song in every corner of the sky I am here in the light In the thunder late at night I am here, I am here Here, here I am here I am here in the dark I'm the song inside your heart I'm the missing piece that you've had all along I am here when you call When you rise and when you fall I am here, I am here I am here, I am here Here, here I am here Here, here

Surf's Up

BEACH BOYS "Surf's Up"
A diamond necklace played the pawn Hand in hand some drummed along, oh To a handsome man and baton A blind class aristocracy Back through the opera glass you see The pit and the pendulum drawn Columnated ruins domino Canvass the town and brush the backdrop Are you sleeping? Hung velvet overtaken me Dim chandelier awaken me To a song dissolved in the dawn The music hall a costly bow The music all is lost for now To a muted trumperter swan Columnated ruins domino Canvass the town and brush the backdrop Are you sleeping, Brother John? Dove nested towers the hour was Strike the street quicksilver moon Carriage across the fog Two-Step to lamp lights cellar tune The laughs come hard in Auld Lang Syne The glass was raised, the fired rose The fullness of the wine, the dim last toasting While at port adieu or die A choke of grief heart hardened I Beyond belief a broken man too tough to cry Surf's Up Aboard a tidal wave Come about hard and join The young and often spring you gave I heard the word Wonderful thing A children's song Child, child, child, child, child A child is the father of the man Child, child, child, child, child A child is the father of the man A children's song Have you listened as they played Their song is love And the children know the way That's why the child is the father to the man Child, child, child, child, child Child, child, child, child, child Na na na na na na na na Child, child, child, child, child That's why the child is the father to the man Child, child, child, child, child

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