John Denver

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
The sweet taste of love on a slow summer’s day

The wind knows the songs of the 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

You fill up my sences
like a night in a forest.
like the mountains in spring time,
like a walk in the rain.

Like a storm in the desert,
like a sleepy blue ocean.
You fill up my sences,
come fill me again.

Come let me love you.
Let me give my love 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 sences
like a night in a forest.
like the mountains in spring time,
like a walk in the rain.

Like a storm in the desert,
like a sleepy blue ocean.
You fill up my sences,
come fill me again.

This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Different Directions album, and has also been released on The John Denver Collection - Annie's Song album. It has also been released on The John Denver Collection - Calypso album, as a live version.

The world is fast becoming younger
The news is all they've ever known
They've seen the wars, the hurt, the hunger
How will they choose when they are grown

What do you tell forever's children
When it's their turn to hurt and heal
Whatever spins a grim tornedo
Can also turn a potters wheel

Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel

Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in

Tell with your life the bloody story
Teach to they're dreams not burning steel
It's not in bombs where lies the glory
But in what's shattered on the field

The potter's wheel takes love and caring
Skill and patience fast and slow
The works it makes are easily broken
Once they survive the potter's throw

Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel

Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in

Some day some children will be digging
In some long forgotten ground
And they'll find our civilisation
Or what's left of it to be found

They'll find the weapons of destruction
But buried deeper in the hole
They'll find a message and a promise
In the sand, the potter's bowl

Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel

Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in

Earth and fire and wind conspire
With human hands, and love, and fire

Words and Music by Bill Danoff

This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Different Directions Album, and has also been released on the A Portrait and The John Denver Collection - Annie's Song Albums.


They say they love each other
I've no doubt they do
They say they'll always be together
That may not be true

They come from different places
Different points of view
They find themselves in different spaces
Everything is all brand new

Two different directions
Too many different ways
One always on the road somewhere
The other one always stays
Too often unhappy
Too often on your own
When you are moving in different directions
True love is all alone

Old stories start to surface
Patterns from long ago
And loving quickly turns to anger
For reasons they don't even know
The strongest heart can be broken
With one insensitive word
The deepest feelings remain unspoken

No one is seen and nothing heard
Two different directions
Too many different ways
One always wants to work things out
The other one wants to play
To ready for changes
To much that just can't wait
When you are moving in different directions
True love can turn to hate

If opposites attract each other
What's the reason for
One being like an open window
One just like a closing door

Two different directions
Two many different ways
One likes to see the morning sunrise
The other one sleeps in late
To many tomorrows
To many times too late
When you are moving in different directions
True love may have to wait
If you are committed to different directions
True love will have to wait

Words and music by John Denver

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

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

This song appears on three albums, and was first released on The Flower That Shattered The Stone album, and has also been released on the Stonehaven Sunrise and The John Denver Collection - Annie's Song albums.


Not so long ago, I packed my bags a hundred times
Didn't seem to know how to stop or to unwind
Goin' nowhere, a man without a dream

Guess my lucky star fell the day you came along
To my lonely heart you are like a special song
Singing sweetly your tender melody

Thanks to you
The child in me lives again
Thanks to you
I have found a peace within
I know where I'm goin' and what I want to do
Thanks to you

Lying in you arms I found my greatest pleasure
I look into your eyes and dream about forever

Wakin' up with you and lookin' forward to the day
What we plan to do, knowin' anything at all's okay
A life has a meaning
Love has got a name

Thanks to you
The child in me lives again
Thanks to you
I have found a peace within
I know where I'm goin' and what I want to do
Thanks to you

Thanks to you
The child in me lives again
Thanks to you
I have found a peace within
I know where I'm goin' and what I want to do
Thanks to you

Words and music by John L. Christopher, John Denver, Conrad Reeder and
Sam Hogin

This song appears on four albums, and was first released on The Flower That Shattered The Stone Album, and has also been released on the Stonehaven Sunrise, The Gift You Are and The John Denver Collection - Annie's Song Albums.


Imagine a month of Sundays
Each one a cloudy day
Imagine the moment the sun came shining through
Imagine that ray of sunshine as you

Remember your darkest hour
With dawn still far away
Remember the way that you longed for morning's light
And think of yourself as a candle in the night

Make believe this is the first day
Everything all brand new
Make believe that the sun is your own lucky star
And then understand the kind of gift you are

The gift you are
like the very first breath of spring
The gift you are
all the joy that love can bring
The gift you are
all of our dreams come true
The gift you are
the gift of you

You are the promise of all the ages
You are the Prodigal Son
You are the vision of prophets and sages
You are the only one

Dream of a bright tomorrow
Know that your dream will come true
Carry your dream in a sparkling crystal jar
Then you will know the kind of gift you are

The gift you are
like the very first breath of spring
The gift you are
all the joy that love can bring
The gift you are
all of our dreams come true
The gift you are
the gift of you

The gift you are
like the very first breath of springtime
The gift you are
all the joy that love can bring
The gift you are
all of our dreams come true - yes they do
The gift you are
the gift of you
The gift you are
the gift of you

Words and music by John Denver

There are children raised in sorrow
On a scorched and barren plain
There are children raised beneath the golden sun
There are children of the water
And children of the sand
And they cry out through the universe
Their voices raised as one

I want to live I want to grow
I want to see I want to know
I want to share what I can give
I want to be I want to live

Have you gazed out on the ocean
Seen the breaching of a whale?
Have you watched the dolphins frolic in the foam?
Have you heard the song the humpback hears five hundred miles away
Telling tales of ancient history of passages and home?

I want to live I want to grow
I want to see I want to know
I want to share what I can give
I want to be I want to live

For the worker and the warrior the lover and the liar
For the native and the wanderer in kind
For the maker and the user and the mother and her son
I am looking for my family and all of you are mine

We are standing all together
Face to face and arm in arm
We are standing on the threshold of a dream
No more hunger no more killing
No more wasting life away
It is simply an idea
And I know its time has come

I want to live I want to grow
I want to see I want to know
I want to share what I can give
I want to be I want to live

you fill up my senses.
like a night in a forest
like the mountains in spring time.
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 be side 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 a forest.
like the mountains in spring time.
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.