So many times I've gone there...
To the mountains near the sky...
I would sit upon the gray rocks...
And watch the eagles as they fly...
I would listen to the sounds of the forest...
No other sounds can compare...
I think I am the happiest...
When I have a chance to go there...
It has been a long, long time...
Since I've been able to go...
The last time was 1990...
Little did I know...
The concert in the mountains...
Would be the troubadour's last for me...
He perished in a plane crash...
In the California sea...
I miss the forest and all that is there...
I miss the troubadour, his earth-brown eyes and fair hair...
I miss the songs that sing the praises of all there is to see...
The forest is a song in itself...
A place where I long to be.
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Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on October 18, 2005
The Rockies are something else. John Denver penned it well and sang like an angel. Well done.
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