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 blue ocean.
You fill up my senses, come fill me again. Come let me love you, let me give my life to you, let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms, let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you. Come let me love you, come love me again. Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend.
Oh, the time that I can lay this tired old body down, and feel your fingers feather soft upon me. The kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way, the happiness that living with you brings me.
Like a fire softly burning and supper on the stove, the light in your eyes that makes me warm. Local angel sitting on my right, do you believe in love at first sight? Baby, you look good to me tonight. She poured a cup of coffee and she brought it on a tray. I came, I saw, I conquered and I rode off in the sun. You know the look she left me with keeps telling me she won, her face is the only thing I see.
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry. Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high. Sunshine almost all the time makes me high.
Sunshine almost always…. Lost and alone on some forgotten highway, traveled by many, remembered by few. Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care, like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.
All my memories gathered round her Miners lady, stranger to blue water Dark and dusty, painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine Teardrops in my eye. I hear her voice In the mornin hour she calls me The radio reminds me of my home far away And drivin down the road I get a feelin That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday. Country Roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain momma Take me home, country roads Take me home, now country roads Take me home, now country roads. He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again, you might say he found a key for every door.
When he first came to the mountains, his life was far away on the road and hanging by a song. The shadows from the starlight are softer than a lullaby. Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.
He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below, he saw everything as far as you can see. And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun, and he lost a friend, but kept the memory. Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forest and the streams, seeking grace in every step he takes. His sight is turned inside himself, to try and understand the serenity of a clear blue mountain lake. You can talk to God and listen to the casual reply. Now his life is full of wonder, but his heart still knows some fear, of a simple thing he can not comprehend.
Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more, more people, more scars upon the land. Thinking about the good times, thinking about the rain. Thinking about how bad it feels alone again. I expect to hear from you almost anytime. All of her days have gone soft and cloudy, all of her dreams have gone dry. Fly away, fly away, fly away.
Life in the city can make you crazy for sounds of the sand and the sea. She listens for laughter and sounds of dancing, she listens for any old thing. Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away. I caught a ride on the dreamland express last night, I was sailing on an ocean of blue. When right there by my side, much to my surprise was you. I said, come on over here baby, let my look in your eyes, let me see the very heart of you.
Cause you said, hey there, sweet daddy, everything is all right. You said, let me be the end of your rainbow, let me be the stars up above. Let me be the one that you long for, darling, let me be the one that you love, oh, let me be the one that you love.
I keep tossing and turning, yearning for the sun to shine. Honey, let me be the end of your rainbow, let me be the stars up above. Let me be the one that you long for, darling, let me be the one that you love, oh, let me be the one that you love, oh, let me be the one that you love. In a spaceship over the mountains, chasing rainbows in the setting sun.
Leaving heart and home for the city of angels, I feel my life is undone. In the quiet stillness, I can hear symphonies, the loveliest music I know. How can I leave you again? I must be clear out of my mind. So I question the course that I follow. My heart is filled with impossible notions, can it be you no longer care?
Still I ride on the winds of a high wind blowing steady and strong behind me. Well, a simple kind of life never did me no harm, raising me a family and working on the farm. Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle. My Daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle, he taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle.
Oh, babe, I hate to go. He was born in the Bitteroot Valley in the early morning rain. Wild geese over the water, heading north and home again. Bringing a warm wind from the south, bringing the first taste of the spring. His mother took him to her breast, and softly she did sing: Oh Montana, give this child a home. Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own. Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes, give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana Skies.
His mother died that summer and he never learned to cry. He never knew his father and he never did ask why. He never knew the answers that would make an easy way, but he learned to know the wilderness and to be a man that way. And he learned to be a farmer, and he learned to love the land, and he learned to read the seasons and he learned to make a stand.
Oh Montana, give this child a home. On the eve of his 21st birthday, he set out on his own. He was 30 years and running when he found his way back home. Riding a storm across the mountains and an aching in his heart, said he came to turn the pages and to make a brand new start.
Now he never told a story of the time that he was gone. Some say he was a lawyer, some say he was a John. Some of us will miss him and try to carry on, giving a voice to the forest, giving a voice to the dawn. Giving a voice to the wilderness and the land that he lived on. But we both know the truth is hard to come by.
Some days are diamonds, some days are stone. Some times the cold winds blow a chill in my bones. Now the face that I see in my mirror, more and more is a stranger to me. Stream album: Spotify. Back Home Again. Sunshine on My Shoulders. Sweet Surrender. Take Me Home, Country Roads. Rocky Mountain High. Fly Away. Dreamland Express. Looking for Space. Leaving, On A Jet Plane.