John Denver

A He ^Cmaj7 ritage of vision was given to us ^Gm7 all
To sme ^Cmaj7 ll the rose's fragrance,
to ^Gm7 hear the songbird's ^Fmaj7 call
To ^Fmaj7 watch the distant ^Cmaj7 moonlight
fill the ^Fmaj7 coming of the ^Cmaj7 tides
To ^Fmaj7 understand that ^Cmaj7 life is more
than ^Fmaj7 always choosing s ^Am ides
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And ^Cmaj7 some have seen what can be seen
Of s ^Gm7 ailing ships and kings
And ^Cmaj7 some are given feet of clay
and ^Gm7 some are given ^Fmaj7 wings
Some must struggle ^Cmaj7 just to breathe
^Fmaj7 Some have a golden ^Cmaj7 spoon
And ^Fmaj7 some will never ^Cmaj7 leave the nest
While ^Fmaj7 some walk on the ^Am moon
And don't you know the life that lives within the silent hills
Is just as rich and beautiful and just as unfulfilled
As man with all his intellect, his reason and his choice
Oh who's to say the nightingale has any less a voice
The silver dolphins twist and dance and sing to one another
The cosmic oceans know no bounds for all that live are brothers
The whip-poor-will, the grizzly bear, the elephant, the whale
All children of the universe, all weavers of the tale
So palomino lie back down and dream yourself to sleep
The hawk flies with the morning dove, the lion with the sheep
As far away as you may go, we'll never be apart
It's in your dreams that you will know
The seasons of the heart
James
Editor
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