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@ALBUM: Misc lyrics
@SONG: Annie's Song

You fill up my senses
Like a night in a forest
Like a mountain in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again

Come let me love you
Let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter
Let me die in your arms
Let lay down beside you
Let me always be with you
Come let me love you
Come love me again

Interlude . . .
. . . Let me always be with you
Come let me love you
Come love me again

(Repeat first verse)

@SONG: Aspenglow

See the sunlight through the pine
Taste the warm of winter wine
Dream of softly falling snow
Winter skol, aspenglow

As the winter days unfold
Hearts grow warmer with the cold
Memories that can't grow old
Winter skol, aspenglow

Aspen is the life to live
See how much there is to give
See how strongly you believe
See how much you may receive

(Repeat first verse)

@SONG: Eclipse

The sun is slowly fading in the western sky
Sometimes it takes forever the day to end
Sometimes it takes a lifetime
Sometimes I think I'll never see the sun again

There's a heavy fog between me and the mountains
It's enough to make a grown man sit and cry
It's enough to make you wonder
It's enough to make the world roll up and die

I think it's kind of interesting the way things get to be
The way the people work with their machines
Serenity's a long time coming to me
In fact I don't believe I know what it means

In the east a shaded moon is hanging lazily
I do believe I saw the old man smile
I do believe I did
I do believe he's been laughing all the while

I think it's kind of interesting the way things get to be
The way the people work with their machines
Serenity's a long time coming to me
In fact I don't believe I know what it means
Anymore

The sun is slowly fading in the western sky
Sometimes it takes forever the day to end
Sometimes it takes a lifetime
Sometimes I think I'll never see the sun again
The sun again, sun again woo oo oo . . .

@SONG: Grandma's Feather Bed

When I was a little bitty boy just up offa the floor
We used to go down to grandma's house every month end or so
We'd have chicken pie, country ham, homemade butter on the bread
But the best darn thing about grandma's house
Was the great big feather bed

CHORUS:
It was nine feet high and six feet wide and soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of fourty 'leven geese
took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
I could hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the
shed
We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on grandma's feather bed.

After supper we'd sit around the fire, the old folks'd spit and chew
Pa would talk about the farm and the war and granny'd sing a ballad or two.
I'd sit and listen and watch the fire till the cobwebs filled my head
Next thing I'd know I'd wake up in the morning in the middle of the old
feather bed.

CHORUS

Well, I love my ma, I love my pa, I love granny and grandpa too
I've been fishin' with my uncles, wrestled with my cousins,
I even kissed Aunt Lou (oo!)
But if I ever had to make a choice I guess it oughta be said
I trade them all plus the gal down the road for that great big feather bed
Yes I trade them all plus the gal down the road (mumble: "well maybe not the
gal down the road")

CHORUS