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Subject: BIG JOHN DENVER FAN BUT....
Written By: saver on 10/16/05 at 7:47 pm
Love that Jiohn Denver but wondered in 'Poems,Prayers,Promises..throughout as much as I remember, he sang a line:" With all my friends and my old lady, sit and passed a pipe around"....BUT on his double SONY private concert disc he sang: With all my friends and my old lady,sit and WATCH THE SUN GO DOWN"
SOMEPC RULING?????
What do you figure-anyone in the know?
Subject: Re: BIG JOHN DENVER FAN BUT....
Written By: Rob on 10/19/05 at 3:42 pm
It is Definatly Pipe
Poems, Prayers And Promises
I've been lately thinking about my life's time, all the things I've done and how it's been.
And I can't help believing in my own mind, I know I'm gonna hate to see it end.
I've seen a lot of sunshine, slept out in the rain, spent a night or two all on my own.
I've known my lady's pleasures, had myself some friends, spent a time or two in my own home.
I have to say it now, it's been good life all in all, it's really fine to have a chance to hang around.
and lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
while all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around.
And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in.
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.
How long it's been since yesterday, what about tomorrow
and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?
Days they pass so quickly now, the nights are seldom long.
Time around me whispers when it's cold.
The changes somehow frightens me, still I have to smile. It turns me on to think of growing old.
For though my life's been good to me there's still so much to do.
So many things my mind has never known.
I'd like to raise a family, I'd like to sail away and dance across the mountains on the moon.
I have to say it now, it's been good life all in all, it's really fine to have a chance to hang around.
and lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
while all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around.
And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in.
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.
How long it's been since yesterday, what about tomorrow
and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?