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Melancholy may be the word I was looking for, but I'm not sure.
I was just watching a Muppets special with John Denver my kids rented on DVD. John Denver sang Poems, Prayers and Promises with the characters sitting around a campfire. The irony of it really struck me as soon as he started singing it. It is a song of reflection on his life and of looking forward to the rest of it. His untimely death a few years ago brought about the irony here. Some of you may know I was a huge fan of John Denver's. So, this likely means a lot more to me than it would to most, but I still wanted to share it.
The first part of the song really struck me as ironic. Here are the lyrics
I've been lately thinking about my life's time, all the things I've done and how it's been.
And I can't help believing in my own mind, I know I'm gonna hate to see it end.
I've seen a lot of sunshine, slept out in the rain, spent a night or two all on my own.
I've known my lady's pleasures, had myself some friends, spent a time or two in my own home.
I have to say it now, it's been a good life, all in all,
it's really fine to have a chance to hang around.
Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire,
while all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around.
And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in.
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.
How long it's been since yesterday, what about tomorrow
and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?
The days they pass so quickly now, the nights are seldom long.
Time around me whispers when it's cold.
The changes somehow frightens me, still I have to smile. It turns me on to think of growing old.
Although my life's been good to me, there's still so much to do,
so many things my mind has never known.
I'd like to raise a family, I'd like to sail away and dance across the mountains on the moon.
I have to say it now, it's been a good life, all in all,
it's really fine to have a chance to hang around.
Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire,
while all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around.
And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in.
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.
How long it's been since yesterday, what about tomorrow
and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?
I was just watching a Muppets special with John Denver my kids rented on DVD. John Denver sang Poems, Prayers and Promises with the characters sitting around a campfire. The irony of it really struck me as soon as he started singing it. It is a song of reflection on his life and of looking forward to the rest of it. His untimely death a few years ago brought about the irony here. Some of you may know I was a huge fan of John Denver's. So, this likely means a lot more to me than it would to most, but I still wanted to share it.
The first part of the song really struck me as ironic. Here are the lyrics
I've been lately thinking about my life's time, all the things I've done and how it's been.
And I can't help believing in my own mind, I know I'm gonna hate to see it end.
I've seen a lot of sunshine, slept out in the rain, spent a night or two all on my own.
I've known my lady's pleasures, had myself some friends, spent a time or two in my own home.
I have to say it now, it's been a good life, all in all,
it's really fine to have a chance to hang around.
Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire,
while all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around.
And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in.
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.
How long it's been since yesterday, what about tomorrow
and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?
The days they pass so quickly now, the nights are seldom long.
Time around me whispers when it's cold.
The changes somehow frightens me, still I have to smile. It turns me on to think of growing old.
Although my life's been good to me, there's still so much to do,
so many things my mind has never known.
I'd like to raise a family, I'd like to sail away and dance across the mountains on the moon.
I have to say it now, it's been a good life, all in all,
it's really fine to have a chance to hang around.
Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire,
while all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around.
And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in.
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.
How long it's been since yesterday, what about tomorrow
and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?