So you speak to me of sadnessAnd the coming of the winterFear that is within you nowThat seems to never endAnd the dreams that have escaped youAnd the hope that you've forgottenAnd You tell me that you need me nowAnd You want to be my friendAnd you wonder where we're goingWhere's the rhyme and where's the reasonAnd it's you cannot acceptIt is here we must beginTo seek the wisdom of the childrenAnd the graceful way of flowers in the windFor the children and the flowersAre my sisters and my brothersTheir laughter and their lovelinessWould clear a cloudy dayLike the music of the mountainsAnd the colours of the rainbowThey're a promise of the futureAnd a blessing for todayThough the cities start to crumbleAnd the towers fall around usThe sun is slowly fading and it's colder than the seaIt is written from the desertTo the mountains they shall lead usBy the hand and by the heartAnd They will comfort you and meIn their innocence and trustingThey will teach us to be freeFor the children and the flowersAre my sisters and my brothersTheir laughter and their lovelinessWould clear a cloudy dayAnd the song that I am singing is a prayer to non-believersWho come and stand beside us, we can find a better way.
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Henry John Deutschendorf, Jr. (Roswell, Nuevo México, 31 de diciembre de 1943-Bahía de Monterrey, cerca de Pacific Grove, California; 12 de octubre de 1997), conocido por su nombre artístico John Denver, fue un músico de country y actor estadounidense. Fue uno…
