Dan Fogelberg (1951 – 2007)
American singer-songwriter, composer, and multi-instrumentalist, whose music was inspired by sources as diverse as folk, pop, rock, classical, jazz, and bluegrass music.
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An only child alone and wild
A cabinet maker's son.
His hands were meant for different work
And his heart was known to none --
He left his home and went his lone and solitary way
And he gave to me a gift I know
I never can repay.
Gonna pull in the shutters on this heart of mine
Roll up the carpets and pull in the blinds
And retreat to the chambers that I left behind
In hopes there still may be love left to find
Still may be love left to find.
Love when you can
Cry when you have to...
Be who you must
That's a part of the plan
Await your arrival
With simple survival
And one day we'll all understand...
Longer than there've been fishes in the ocean
Higher than any bird ever flew.
Longer than there've been stars up in the heavens,
I've been in love with you.
The leader of the band is tired
And his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument
And his song is in my soul --
My life has been a poor attempt
To imitate the man.
I'm just a living legacy
To the leader of the band.
And it's run for the roses
As fast as you can
Your fate is delivered
Your moment's at hand
It's the chance of a lifetime
In a lifetime of chance
And it's high time you joined
In the dance
It's high time you joined
In the dance.
The beer was empty and our tongues were tired
And running out of things to say.
She gave a kiss to me as I got out
And I watched her drive away.
Too many hearts have been broken
Failing to trust what they feel.
But trust isn't something that's spoken
And love's never wrong when it's real.
She says no
When she means yes
And what she wants
You know that I can't guess.
When we want more
You know we ask for less
Such is the language of love...
Along the road your steps may stumble
Your thoughts may start to stray
But through it all a heart held humble
Levels and lights your way.
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now.
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how.
Looking back now toward the start
You said you thought I'd lost my path
And I asked if you still considered love an art
And you said "No, I think it's more a craft"
And I just turned and laughed
I just had to turn and laugh.
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