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John Terra

Ain't no people on the old dirt road No more weather on the old dirt road It's better than a mudslide mamma when the dry spell come, yeah Oh oh oh oh,

Well, there?s a pain in my side that I keep traveling on Bring peace to this troubled land It?s dark out here, I can?t read those signs Bring peace to

Her eyes are underneath the ground I have heard the crying sound No one can stop you now No one can stop you now Her eyes are basking in the sun No

Come ye hunters all and heed my bey: Would you ride before the break of day, through woven woods in elven lands, to find the starry-jeweled hand? Beware

Celebrate morning, The cry of a loon on a lake in the night Dreams that are born in the dawn's early light Celebrate morning. Celebrate living, The laughter

, by John, in 1994 Australia concert. The visual footage is availabele on the John Denver "VIDEOKE" available only in Japan. Audio is available on Calypso Collection of The John

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Beati i poveri in spirito, perche di essi e il regno dei cieli. Beati gli afflitti, perche saranno consolati. Beati i miti, perche erediteranno la terra

Bing Crosby/Max Terr's Mixed Chorus/John Scott Trotter Orchestra Written by: Frederick W. Faber (Words 1849)/Henre F. Hemy & James G. Walton (Music