2,634,380 views Dec 17, 2015 #TrishaYearwood#CountryClassic#RonjasCountryMusicCracker Barrel Country Songs Of The Year Concert 2006 Lyrics:John Denver Music:John Denver “Back Home Again” is the title of a popular song written and performed by the American singer-songwriter John Denver. Released as a single from his album of the same name in 1974, “Back Home Again” peaked at number five on the Billboard Hot 100 chart[2] in November of that year; it was Denver’s fifth Top 10 hit on the pop chart. “Back Home Again” topped the adult contemporary chart for two weeks. The single was the first of three number ones on the country music chart where it stayed for a single week.[3] The single was certified a gold record by the RIAA. The song won a CMA Award for Denver in 1975 in the category “Song of the Year”; he was also named “Entertainer of the Year” at the same ceremony, prompting country pop singer Charlie Rich to light the envelope on fire after reading that Denver had won—in an apparent insult to Denver’s musical style and image. *** Trisha Yearwood (born Patricia Lynn Yearwood; September 19, 1964)[2] is an American country music artist, actress, author, television personality and celebrity chef. She rose to fame with her 1991 debut single “She’s in Love with the Boy”, which became a number 1 hit on the Billboard country singles chart. Its corresponding self-titled debut album would sell over 2 million copies. Yearwood continued a series of major country hits during the early 1990s including, “Walkaway Joe” (1992), “The Song Remembers When” (1993), “XXX’s and OOO’s (An American Girl)” (1994) and “Believe Me Baby (I Lied)” (1996). #TrishaYearwood#BackHomeAgain#HonkyTonk#CountryClassic#RonjasCountryMusic#CountryMusic#GuriMalla2010
Last night as I lay dreamin’ Of pleasant days gone by Me mind bein’ bent on rambling To Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind Till first I came to anchor at The cross at Spancil Hill
It being the 23rd of June The day before the fair Where Ireland’s sons and daughters And friends assembled there The young, the old The brave and the bold came Their duty to fulfill At the parish church near Clooney A mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbours to See what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone The young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley He’s as bold as ever still He used to mend my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
I took a flying visit to my one and only love She’s as white as any lily As gentle as a dove She threw her arms around Me, saying “Johnny, i love you still” She is Nell, the farmer’s daughter The pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her As in the days of old Saying, “Johnny, you’re only joking As many’s the time before” But the cock, he crew in the morning He crew both loud and shrill I awoke in California Many miles from Spancil Hill
Love is like a butterfly As soft and gentle as a sigh The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings Love makes your heart feel strange inside It flutters like soft wings in flight Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
I feel it when you’re with me It happens when you kiss me That rare and gentle feeling that I feel inside Your touch is soft and gentle Your kiss is warm and tender Whenever I am with you I think of butterflies
Love is like a butterfly The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings Love makes your heart feel strange inside It flutters like soft wings in flight Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
Your laughter brings me sunshine Everyday is spring time And I am only happy when you are by my side How precious is this love we share How very precious, sweet and rare Together we belong like daffodils and butterflies
Love is like a butterfly As soft and gentle as a sigh The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings Love makes your heart feel strange inside It flutters like soft wings in flight Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
Love is like a butterfly As soft and gentle as a sigh The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings Love makes your heart feel strange inside It flutters like soft wings in flight Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
I feel it when you’re with me It happens when you kiss me That rare and gentle feeling that I feel inside Your touch is soft and gentle Your kiss is warm and tender Whenever I am with you I think of butterflies
Love is like a butterfly The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings Love makes your heart feel strange inside It flutters like soft wings in flight Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
Your laughter brings me sunshine Everyday is spring time And I am only happy when you are by my side How precious is this love we share How very precious, sweet and rare Together we belong like daffodils and butterflies
Love is like a butterfly As soft and gentle as a sigh The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings Love makes your heart feel strange inside It flutters like soft wings in flight Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
2,198,715 views Apr 18, 2012 Something Beautiful is taken from the limited edition DVD package Theology. Recorded in the intimate environs of The Sugar Club.
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I wanna make Something beautiful For you and from you To show you To show you I adore you Oh you
And your journey Towards me Which I see And I see All you push through Mad for you And because of you
I couldn’t thank you in ten thousand years If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears Ah, but you know the soul And you know what makes it gold You give life through blood Blood, blood Blood, blood Oh, blood, blood
Oh I wanna make something so lovely for you ‘Cause I promised that’s what I’d do for you With the Bible, I stole I know you forgave my soul because Such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve And I think we’re agreed That it should have been free And you sang to me
They dress the wounds of my poor people As though they’re nothing Saying, “Peace, peace” When there’s no peace They dress the wounds of my poor people As though they’re nothing Saying, “Peace, peace, peace” When there’s no peace
Days without number Now can a bride forget her jewels? Or a maid her ornaments? Yet, my people forgotten me
Days without number Days without number And in their want Who’ll dress their wounds? Who’ll dress their wounds?