known It's about time we start to live it The family of man It's about time, it's about changes And it's about time It's about peace and it's about plenty
t know Perhaps love is like the ocean Full of conflict full of change Like a fire when it's cold outside A thunder when it rains If I should live forever
: You fill up my senses like a night in the forest like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy
to brighten the darkest of nights There's another side to sorrow As there is to everything Like the other side of lonely Is falling in love again And then you know that there's
broke her heart it opened up the space for us to be What a lovely place and a lovely space to be. This old guitar gave me my life my living all the
once begun of a people and their plenty and their season in the sun and how they gave themselves as symbols and things that they could hold living lives
: To sail on a dream on a crystal clear ocean, to ride on the crest of a wild raging storm To work in the service of life and living, in search of
: It's a long way from L.A. to Denver, It's a long time to hang in the sky; It's a long way home to Starwood in Aspen, The sweet Rocky Mountain paradise
Because he called the forest "Brother" Because he calls the Earth his mother They drove him out into the rain Some people even said the boy from the
road If you've got wheels to roll and lucky stars above Your destiny's your own, you go as far as you can go And if there's time to sleep There's time
Almost heaven, west virginia Blue ridge mountains, shenandoah river Life is old there, older than the trees Younger than the mountains, blowing like
Enough to brighten the darkest of nights There's another side to sorrow As there is to everything Like the other side of lonely Is falling in love again And then you know that there's
go down to Grandma's house ev'ry month end or so, We'd have chicken pie and country ham 'n' home made butter on the bread But the best darn thing about Grandma's
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
Oh what will you give me? Say the sad bells of Rhymney Is there hope for the future? Cry the brown bells of Merthyr. Who made the mine owner? Say the
crystal morning some place close to heaven On the side of a mountain in a race for the sun In a matter of moments the dream of a lifetime is won There's
it broke her heart it opened up the space for us to be What a lovely place and a lovely space to be. This old guitar gave me my life my living all