Country Roads, Take Me Home, To The

Come Dance With The West Wind And Touch On The Mountain Tops Sail O'er The Canyons And Up To The Stars And Reach For The Heavens And Hope For The Future And All That We Can Be And Not What We Are.

The Earth Is Our Mother Just Turning Around, With Her Trees In The Forest And Roots Underground. Our Father Above Us Whose Sigh Is The Wind, Paint Us A Rainbow Without Any End.

To Deny This Is To Deny Our Own Heritage, Our Own Spirit, And Our Own Souls.

Things Go Up And Down. If You Can Survive The Down, It Will Come Back.

I'm Leaving My Sorrows And All My Memories Behind To See What I Find, Somewhere In The Shade Near The Sound Of A Sweet Singing River, Somewhere In The Sun Where The Mountains Make Love To The Sky.