I was a fan of many kinds of music in high school, college, and beyond. Folk music stirred my heart and soul. Big band music and singers of that era were on our radio all the time because my parents loved them; as I matured, so did I.
When I hung out with my friends we often got out the guitars and sat around singing songs and talking about life. Or we would put records on the record player and listen to records and sing along.When we did, we had a number of favorites. Peter, Paul, and Mary were big with my friends and me. James Taylor, Don McLean,Cat Stevens, Jim Croce, and many more. One of my favorites besides P,P & M was John Denver. Oh his songs were so lovely. I loved Sunshine On My Shoulders; Poems, Prayers and Promises, Lady, Rocky Mountain High, Country Roads, Follow Me, For Baby for Bobby, Back Home Again, Leaving on a Jet Plane….
Many people made fun of John Denver because he was a pop singer and had that nature boy, golly-gee whiz image. He didn’t do a lot of ‘societal change or protest songs’. But oh how I loved to sing along with each of his songs.
What is my purpose in writing about John Denver? Tonight the Grammy Awards are on. There is a lot of talk about the death of Whitney Houston. Whenever the awards shows are on, they show a death reel about the stars that died in the last year. Quite a few years ago John Denver died in a plane crash. I miss his music, his smiling face, and his performances. The words to so many of his songs made me happy. somedays, I just miss that good old Colorado guy, John Denver. He had a simple outlook, and played joyous music. Singing his songs and hearing his music reminds me of when I was young, naive, and the world looked so very full of Kumbaya promise…just like Peter, Paul, and Mary always told us.
Back Home Again
There’s a storm across the valley clouds are rollin’ in
the afternoon is heavy on your shoulders.
There’s a truck out on the four lane a mile or more away
the whinin’ of his wheels just makes it colder.
He’s an hour away from ridin’ on your prayers up in the sky
and ten days on the road are barely gone.
There’s a fire softly burning; supper’s on the stove
but it’s the light in your eyes that makes him warm.
Hey, it’s good to be back home again
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend
Yes, ‘n, hey it’s good to be back home again
After all the news to tell him: how’s you spend your time?
And what’s the latest thing the neighbors say
and your mother called last friday; “Sunshine” made her cry
and you felt the baby move just yesterday.
And oh, the time that I can lay this tired old body down
and feel your fingers feather soft up-on me
the kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way
the happiness that livin’ with you brings me.
It’s the sweetest thing I know of, just spending time with you
it’s the little things that make a house a home.
Like a fire softly burning and supper on the stove.
And the light in your eyes that makes me warm