Interpret:

John Denver

Album:

Spirit

There are many ways of being 
 In this circle we call life 
 A wise man seeks an answer 
 Burns his candle through the night 
 Is a jewel just a pebble 
 That found a way to shine 
 Is a hero's blood more righteous 
 Than a hobo's sip of wine 
 Did I speak to you one morning 
 On some distant world away? 
 Did you save me from an arrow? 
 Did you lay me in a grave? 
 Were we brothers on a journey? 
 Did you teach me how to run? 
 Were we broken by the waters? 
 Did I lie you in the sun? 
 I dreamed you were a prophet in a meadow 
 I dreamed I was a mountain in the wind 
 I dreamed you knelt and touched me with a flower 
 I awoke with this: a flower in my hand 
 I know that love is seeing 
 All the infinite in one 
 In the brotherhood of creatures; 
 Who the father, who the son 
 The vision of your goodness 
 Will sustain me through the cold 
 Take my hand now to remember 
 When you find yourself alone (You are never alone) 
 And the spirit fills the darkness of the heavens 
 It fills the endless yearning of the soul 
 It lives within a star too far to dream of 
 It lives within each part and is the whole 
 It's the fire and the wings that fly us home