John Denver, "The Eagle and The Hawk"

A favorite of Mum's that was on high-rotation on Van Wormer Road ...

Frank Sinatra & John Denver, "September Song"

John Denver, "I'd Rather Be a Cowboy"

John Denver, "This Old Guitar"

It's sandwich time.

John Denver, "Thank God, I'm a Country Boy"

... when the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle.



Thank you, Clayton.

John Denver, "Boy From the Country"

Because he called the forest brother 
Because he called the earth his mother 
They drove him out into the rain 
Some people even said the boy from the country was insane 

Because he spoke with fish in the creek 
He tried to tell us that the animals could speak 
Who knows, perhaps they do 
How do you know they don't 
Just because they've never spoken to you 

Boy from the country, he left his home when he was young 
Boy from the country, he loves the sun 

He tried to tell us that we should love the land 
We turned our heads and laughed 
And we did not understand 
Sometimes I think that the boy from the country 
Is the only one who sees 

Because the boy from the country 
Doesn't want to see the forest for the trees 

Boy from the country, he left his home when he was young 
Boy from the country, he loves the sun

Michael Martin Murphey

Today.

1972.

"Rocky Mountain High"

John Denver, "Windsong"

The wind is the whisper of our mother the earth. 

The wind is the hand of our father the sky.
The wind watches over our struggles and pleasures.
The wind is the goddess who first learned to fly.

The wind is the bearer of bad and good tidings, 

The weaver of darkness, the bringer of dawn.
The wind gives the rain, then builds us a rainbow, 

The wind is the singer who sang the first song.

The wind is a twister of anger and warning, 

The wind brings the fragrance of freshly mown hay.

The wind is a racer, a wild stallion running 

And the sweet taste of love on a slow summer's day.

The wind knows the songs of cities and canyons, 

The thunder of mountains, the roar of the sea.
The wind is the taker and giver of mornings, 

The wind is the symbol of all that is free.

So welcome the wind and the wisdom she offers, 

Follow her summons when she calls again.
In your heart and your spirit, let the breezes surround you.
Lift up your voice then and sing with the wind.