I've been lately thinking about my life's time
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All the things I've done and how it's been
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And I can't help believing in my own mind
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I know I'm gonna hate to see it end
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I've seen a lot of sunshine slept out in the rain
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Spent a night or two all on my own
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I've known my lady's pleasures had myself some friends
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And spent a time or two in my own home
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I have to say it now it's been a good life all in all
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It's really fine to have a chance to hang around
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Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
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While all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around
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And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in
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How sweet it is to love someone how right it is to care
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How long it's been since yesterday what about tomorrow
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And what about our dreams and all the memories we share
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The days they pass so quickly now the nights are seldom long
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Time around me whispers when it's cold
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The changes somehow frighten me still I have to smile
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It turns me on to think of growing old
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For though the life's been good to me there's still so much to do
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So many things my mind has never known
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I'd like to raise a family I'd like to sail away
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And dance across the mountains on the moon
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I have to say it now...
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Poems Prayers And Promises
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| John Denver |
