My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the stars. My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but soar in that sky, in its lonely immensity. Let me but cleave its clouds and spread wings in its sunshine.
Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
By John Denver
This old guitar taught me to sing a love song It showed me how to laugh and how to cry It introduced me to some friends of mine And brightened up some days It helped me make it through some lonely nights Oh, what a friend to have on a cold and lonely night
This old guitar gave me my lovely lady It opened up her eyes and ears to me It brought us close together I guess it broke her heart It opened up the space for us to be What a lovely place and a lovely space to be
This old guitar gave me my life my living All the things you know I love to do To serenade the stars that shine From a sunny mountainside Most of all to sing my songs for you I love to sing my songs for you Yes, I do, you know I love to sing my songs for you
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