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Альбом John Denver



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This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the Higher Ground album, and has also been released on The John Denver Collection - Rocky Mountain High album.

There are those who can live
With the things they don't believe in
They are giving up their lives
For something that is less than it can be

Some have longed for a home
In a place of inspiration
Some will "fill" the emptiness inside
By giving it all "to" the things that they believe
They believe

Maybe it's just a dream in me
Maybe it's just my style
Maybe it's juat the freedom that I've found
Given the possibility
Of living up to the dream in me
You know I'll be reaching for higher ground

I will stand on my own
I will live up to "this" vision
I will trust in what I feel
I'd follow my heart until it brings me home
Brings me home

Maybe it's just a dream in me
Maybe it's just my style
Maybe it's just the freedom that I've found
Given the possibility
Of living up to the dream in me
You know I'll be reaching for higher ground

Keep me through the night
Lead me to the light
Teach me the magic of wonder
Give me the spirit to fly

Maybe it's just a dream in me
Maybe it's just my style
Maybe it's juat the freedom that I've found
Given the possibility
Of living up to the dream in me
You know I'll be reaching for higher ground

Maybe it's just a dream in me
Maybe it's just my style
Maybe it's juat the freedom that I've found
Given the possibility
Of living up to the dream in me
You know I'll be reaching for higher ground

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There ain't nothin' in the world that I like better
Than bacon n' lettuce n' homegrown tomatoes
Up in the mornin', out in the garden
Get you a ripe one, don't get a hard un

Plant em in the spring, eat em in the summer
All winter without em is a culinary bummer
I forgot all about the sweatin' and the diggin'
Everytime I go out and pick me a big un

Homegrown tomatoes, homegrown tomatoes
What'd life be without homegrown tomatoes
Only two things that money can't buy
That's true love and homegrown tomatoes

You can go out to eat, that's for sure
But there's nothin' a homegrown tomato won't cure
Put em in a salad, put em in a stew
You can make your own very own tomato juice

Eat em with eggs, eat em with gravy
Eat em with beans, pinto or navy
Put em on the side, put em in the middle
Homegrown tomato on a hot cake griddle

Homegrown tomatoes, homegrown tomatoes
What'd life be without homegrown tomatoes
Only two things that money can't buy
That's true love and homegrown tomatoes

If I's to change this life I lead
You'd call me Johnny Tomatoseed
'Cause I know what this country needs
Homegrown tomatoes every yard you see

When I die don't bury me
In a box in a cold dark cemetery
Out in the garden would be much better
'Cause I could get a-pushin' with the homegrown tomatoes

Homegrown tomatoes, homegrown tomatoes
What'd life be without homegrown tomatoes
Only two things that money can't buy
That's true love and homegrown tomatoes

Homegrown tomatoes
What'd life be without homegrown tomatoes
Only two things money cannot buy
That's true love and homegrown tomatoes

. . .


I often have wondered in deep contemplation,
It seems that the mind runs wild when you're all alone.
The ways that it could be, the ways that it should be,
The things I'd do differently if I could to them again.
I've always loved springtime, the passing if winter,
The green of the new leaves, and life going on.
The promise of morning, the long days of summer,
And warm nights of loving beneath the night stars.
I'm just an old cowboy, from high Colorado,
I'm 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 Palamino,
And Whispering Jesse rode right by my side.
I longed to hold her, to hear her soft breathing,
The touch of her cool hands on my fevered brow.
Whispering Jesse,
Still rides in the mountain,
She still sings in the canyon,
Still lives in my heart.

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This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the Higher Ground Album, and has also been released on A Portrait, John Denver (Italian) and The John Denver Collection - Take Me Home, Country Roads Albums.

There was never a doubt, never a doubt in my mind
We weren't meant to be lonely
Never a doubt I knew that I'd find you some day
There was never a doubt, after all of those nights alone
All those desperate mornings
Never a doubt, there was never a doubt in my mind

I suppose there have been times when you felt like a room filled with darkness
Not a window around
There must have been moments you felt you were truly alone
Then again each of us knows, in a night of unbearable sadness
Still a light can be found
In each morning the promise that someday your true love will come

I suppose there are some people who never believe in the magic
Oh the magic of love
They think nothing is precious and life is just pleasure and pain
Then again each of us knows, when a heart has been broken it's tragic
Oh the magic of love
Even that which is broken with love can be mended again

All the things that you fear, at the most they mean nothing
All the sorrow and sadness can just disappear

There was never a doubt, never a doubt in my mind
We weren't meant to be lonely
Never a doubt I knew that I'd find you some day
There was never a doubt, after all of those nights alone
All those desperate mornings
Never a doubt, there was never a doubt in my mind
There was never a doubt in my mind
Never a doubt in my mind

Words and music by John Denver

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This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Higher Ground Album, and has also been released on The Gift You Are and The John Denver Collection - Sunshine On My Shoulder Albums.

I like to deal with the ladies
I like to give 'em a real hard time
Like to make 'em sigh
Like to make 'em cry over me
I like to swing with the good times
I like to have me a real live ball
Doin' what I can like a dirty old man
Tee Hee

Like to have 'em just to hanging around
Wondering where I've been
Like to see 'em with their big brown eyes
Just a drinkin' me in
(Ra ta ta ta)

I like to deal with the ladies
I like to hand 'em up on my line
Treat 'em kinda rough
But they never get enough of me
Rat a tat tat tat

Like to have 'em just to hanging around
Wondering where I've been
Like to see 'em with their big brown eyes
Just a drinkin' me in
Yeah

I like to deal with the ladies
I like to give 'em a real hard time
Like to make 'em sigh
Like to make 'em cry over
Like to make 'em bawl
Like to make 'em crawl over
Like to make 'em weep
Like to make 'em creep after me
Rat a tat tat tat
Balam bom
Yeah!

Words and music by John Denver

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This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the Higher Ground Album, and has also been released on the A Portrait, The John Denver Collection - Calypso and The Gift You Are Albums.

I come to Australia as many people do
To see the old koala, hitch a ride on a kangaroo
To hear somebody call me mate and call somebody blue
To hear the aboriginee play a didgeridoo

Some of you came as prisoners two centuries ago
Some of you come as kings and queens your blessing to bestow
Some of you stand all swelled with pride, some with shattered wings
But all of us come with open hearts to hear Australia sing

In the desert, in the city
In the mountains and in the sea
In the stories and in the people
I can hear Australia sing

Waltzing Matilda, the men of Galipoli
Clancy of the Overflow, Crocodile Dundee
The myth of all creation, the teaching of baiame
The legends of a dreamtime for all eternity

And in this celebration of a brief two hundred years
The cost to build a nation in blood and sweat and tears
And if we stand divided, divided we will fall
But if we stand together we shall conquer all

In the desert, in the city
In the mountains and in the sea
In the stories and in the people
I can hear Australia sing

Sing Australia, Sing Australia, Sing Australia, Sing Australia
In the sails on Sydney Harbour
I can hear Australia sing

Words and music by John Denver

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This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the Higher Ground Album, and has also been released on the A Portrait, The Gift You Are and The John Denver Collection - Annie's Song Albums.

A country girl in Paris, moonlight on the Seine
Memories of Tennessee, Nashville in the rain
It's such a contradiction, a heart that's filled with pain
A country girl in Paris, dreamin' Nashville in the rain

She walks along the boulevard, Champs Alysee
Thinks about a country boy three thousand miles away
Pride is such a hard thing, it's such a price to pay
To be all alone in Paris with true love so far away

Up upon Mont Martre when she stops to rest awhile
All the artists look at her and they long to paint her smile
For even in her sorrow there's something in her eyes
That makes the young men jealous, makes the old men sigh

They say the loss of innocence is always linked to pain
For once the heart is opened nothing ever is the same
And so the evening lends itself to lovers and romance
The way to heal a broken heart is to give true love
One more chance

A country girl in Paris, moonlight on the Seine
Memories of Tennessee, Nashville in the rain
It's such a contradiction, a heart that's filled with pain
A country girl in Paris, dreamin' Nashville in the rain
A country girl in Paris, longing for Nashville in the rain

Words and music by John Denver

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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 best of my life
For you alone, only for you

Just to wake up each morning
Just to 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 best 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

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This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the Higher Ground Album, and has also been released on The Gift You Are and The John Denver Collection - Annie's Song Albums.

All this joy, all this sorrow
All this promise, all this pain
Such is life, such is being
Such is spirit, such is love

City of joy, city of sorrow
City of promise, city of pain
Such is life, such is being
Such is spirit, such is love

World of joy, world of sorrow
World of promise, world of pain
Such is life, such is being
Such is spirit, such is love

All this joy, all this sorrow
All this promise, all this pain
Such is life, such is being
Such is spirit, such is love

Such is spirit, such is love

Words and music by John Denver

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This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Higher Ground Album, and has also been released on The Gift You Are and The John Denver Collection - Sunshine On My Shoulder Albums.


Thank you for this precious day
These gifts you give to me
My heart so full of love for you
Sings praise for all I see
Oh sing for every mother's child
For every childhood tear
Oh sing for all the stars above
The peace beyond all fear

This is for the refugees
The ones without a home
A boat out on the ocean
A city street alone
Are they not some dear mother's child
Are they not you and I
Are we the ones to bear this shame
And they this sacrifice

Or are they just like falling leaves
Who give themselves away
From dust to dust from seed to shear
And to another day
If I could have one wish on Earth
Of all I can conceive
T'would be to see another spring
And bless the falling leaves

Thank you for this precious day
These gifts you give to me
My heart so full of love for you
Sings praise for all I see
Oh sing for every mother's child
For every childhood tear
Oh sing for all the stars above
The peace beyond all fear

Words and music by John Denver

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As we go marching, marching, in the beauty of the day
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts grey
Are touched with all the radiance that sudden sun discloses
For the people hear us singing, Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses.

As we go marching, marching, we battle too for men
For they are women's children and we mother them again
Our lives shall not be sweetened from birth until life closes
Hearts starve as well as bodies, give us Bread, but give us Roses.


As we go marching, marching, we bring the greater days
For the rising of the women, means the rising of the race
No more the drudge and idler ten that toil where one reposes
But the sharing of life's glories, Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses.
But the sharing of life's glories, Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses.

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When I was a child and I lived in the city
I dreamed of Alaska so far away
And I dreamed I was flying over mountains and glasciers
Somehow I knew that I'd live there one day

Well it took me some growin' and a fair bit of schoolin'
And a little bit of trouble to get on the move
And I felt like loser but I turned out the winner
When I came to Alaska the land that I love

Here's to Alaska here's to the people
Here's to the wild and heres to the free
Here's to my life in a chosen country
Here's to Alaska and me

I was born in a cabin on little Mulchatna
Raised in hard times but I had a good life
From the first time I flew with my father a singin'
I knew that I'd wind up a bush pilots wife

We sleep near the sound of a slow running river
And wake up most mornings to a drizzling rain
And we face every day like the first or the last one
With nothing to lose and heaven to gain

Here's to Alaska here's to the people
Here's to the wild and heres to the free
Here's to my life in a chosen country
Here's to Alaska and me

Oh for a fire on a cold winters night
And once more to gaze at the great Northernlights
For all of the beauty my children will see
Heres to Alaska and me

Here's to Alaska here's to the people
Here's to the wild and heres to the free
Here's to my life in a chosen country
Here's to Alaska and me

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