Category Archives: John Denver

The Wings That Fly Us Home

“The Wings That Fly Us Home”

By John Denver

There are many ways of being in the circle we call life.
A wise man seeks an answer, burns his candle through the night.
Is a jewel just a pebble that found a way to shine?
Is a hero’s blood more righteous than a hobo’s sip of wine?
Did I speak to you one morning on some distant world away?
Did you save me from an arrow? Did you lay me in a grave?
Were we brothers on a journey? Did you teach me how to run?
Were we broken by the waters? Did I lie you in the sun?

I dreamed you were a prophet in a meadow, I dreamed I was a mountain in the wind.
I dreamed you knelt and touched me with a flower, I awoke with this: a flower in my hand.

I know that love is seeing all the infinite in one.
In the brotherhood of creatures, through the Father, through the Son.
The vision of your goodness will sustain me through the cold.
Take my hand now to remember when you find yourself alone: you are never alone.

And the spirit fills the darkness of the heavens. It fills the endless yearning of the soul.
It lives within a star too far to dream of. It lives within each part and is the whole:
it’s the fire and the wings that fly us home, fly us home, fly us home.

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John Denver at the Crazymad Writer's blog

Whispering Jesse – John Denver

Whispering Jesse – John Denver

I often have wandered in deep contemplation
It seems that the mind runs wild when you’re all alone
The way that it could be
The way that it should be
Things I’d do differently if I could do them again

I’ve always loved spring time, the passing of winter
The green of the new leaves and life goin on
The promise of morning
The long days of summer
Warm nights of loving her beneath the bright stars

I’m just an old cowboy from high Colorado
Too old to ride anymore, too blind to see
I sleep in the city now
Away from the mountains
Away from the cabin we always called home

I dream I left there
On an old Palomino
Whispering Jesse rode right by my side
I long to hold her
To hear her soft breathing
The touch of her cool hands on my fevered brow

Whispering Jesse still rides in the mountains
Still sings in the canyons
Still lives in my heart

Words and music by John Denver

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John Denver – This Old Guitar

John Denver – This Old Guitar

I am sorry for the way things are in China

is another one of my favorite John Denver songs.

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John Denver wrote SO MANY wonderful songs.

John Denver – Today

John Denver – Today

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The Peace Poem by John Denver

 There’s a name for war and killing

there’s a name for giving in

when you know another answer

for me the name is sin

but there’s still time to turn around

and make all hatred cease

and give another name to living

and we could call it peace

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And peace would be the road we walk

each step along the way

and peace would be the way we work

and peace the way we play

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And in all we see that’s different

and in all the things we know

peace would be the way we look

and peace the way we grow

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There’s a name for separation

there’s a name for first and last

when it’s all for us or nothing

for me the name is past

but there’s still time to turn around

and make all hatred cease

and give a name to all the future

and we could call it peace

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And if peace is what we pray for

and peace is what we give

then peace will be the way we are

and peace the way we live

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Yes there still is the time to turn around

and make all hatred cease

and give another name to living

and we can call it peace

The Peace Poem

The Peace Poem

By John Denver

There’s a name for war and killing
there’s a name for giving in
when you know another answer
for me the name is sin
but there’s still time to turn around
and make all hatred cease
and give another name to living
and we could call it peace

And peace would be the road we walk
each step along the way
and peace would be the way we work
and peace the way we play

And in all we see that’s different
and in all the things we know
peace would be the way we look
and peace the way we grow

There’s a name for separation
there’s a name for first and last
when it’s all for us or nothing
for me the name is past
but there’s still time to turn around
and make all hatred cease
and give a name to all the future
and we could call it peace

And if peace is what we pray for
and peace is what we give
then peace will be the way we are
and peace the way we live

Yes there still is the time to turn around
and make all hatred cease
and give another name to living
and we can call it peace

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