(John Denver)
It's five o'clock this morning and the sun is on the rise
There's frosting on the window pane and sorrow in your eyes
The stars are fading quietly, the night is nearly gone
You slowly turn away from me and tears begin to come
And it's
Goodbye again, I'm sorry to be leaving you
Goodbye again, 'cause if you didn't know
It's goodbye again, and I wish you could tell me
Why do we always fight when I have to go?
It seems a shame to leave you now, the days are soft and warm
I long to lay me down again and hold you in my arms
I long to kiss the tears away and give you back your smile
But other voices beckon me and for a little while
It's
Goodbye again, I'm sorry to be leaving you
Goodbye again, 'cause if you didn't know
It's goodbye again, and I wish you could tell me
Why do we always fight when I have to go?
I have to go and see some friends of mine, and some that I don't know
And some who aren't familiar with my name
It's something that's inside of me, not hard to understand
It's anyone who will listen to me sing
But if your arms are empty now, then who am I to blame
You think if I was always here our love would be the same
But as it is, the time we have is worth the time alone
And lying by your side, the greatest peace I've ever known
But it's
Goodbye again, I'm sorry to be leaving you
Goodbye again, 'cause if you didn't know
It's goodbye again, and I wish you could tell me
Why do we always fight when I have to go?Life gains intensified pain
to ascend within me once again
Woe strikes through radiant light
a quitus has conquered thy eyes
the sequel of life
Arising grievance rage through the eyes
of our existence a thousand times
The strife drawn hither as a daydream
ascendancy
In life we wither like laurel leaves in
winterwinds
Lurk far between
a pale destiny
drawn from the past
Enclasp my wrath in the prophecy of thine
Perchance to dream...Day of ire prithee
behold the haven of life
Perchance to dream...Day of ire prithee
may daylight draw thy veils aside Summon the winterwind in which I walk
Enter the morning glades
of a fallen deathwish
Summon the starlight gloss in which thou rage
Enter the mourning shades
Call out in vain
for thee again
Perchance to dream you're my dancing queen
behold the haven of life
Perchance to dream...Day of ire prithee
may daylight draw thy veils aside
A strike of angina
Enthralled by the night and the shades at thy side
A star of riddance rage through the sky
Grant me thy visions...bequeath me life
Through times of yearning...on a path of indignity
No longer burning...at last this life's circuit I leave