John Denver Follow

So you speak to me in sadness and the coming of the winter,
Though the city starts to crumble and the towers fail a-round us

fear that is within' you know that seems to never end,
the sun is slowly fa-ding and it's colder than the sea

and the dreams that have es-caped you and the hope that you've for-gotten
it is written: From the de-sert to the mountains they shall lead us

and you tell me that you need me now and you want to be my friend
by the hand and by the heart and they will comfort you and me.

and you wonder where we're going, where's the rhyme and where's the reason
In their innocence and trusting, they will teach us to be free.

and it's you cannot accept it is here we must begin
to seek the wisdom of the children
and the graceful way of flowers in the wind.

For the children and the flowers for my sisters and my brothers,
For the children and the flowers for my sisters and my brothers,

their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.
their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.

Like the music of the mountains and the colors of the rainbow
And the song that I am singing is a prayer for non-believers

they're a promise of the future and the blessing for today.
come and stand beside us we can find a better way.