Ripplin’ Waters John Denver

Got ripplin' waters to wake me
To be more than my woman in love
All pine trees are pointin' to see easily
To see heaven above

Blue spruce flamin' on the grate in the evening
Takes the chill away fine
Cut the telephone line
The story's the same

There's a worn red chair by the window
That you found at a sale down the way
When some old women said that they
Needed more room for the winter

People like pullin' at the stuffing
When they sit down
So it passes the time
Cut the telephone line
The story's the same

Ooh, like a bubble on a windy day
Start to flutter when I hear you say
That you feel too good to go away
And you make me feel fine
And you made the world a warmer place
By the sparkle of your diamond face
On a gray spot with a little lace
And you make me feel fine
Warm as a mountain in sunshine
On the edge of the snowline
In a meadow of columbine