Da Goddess

A quick return to Two-fer Tuesday.

Having a full on John Denver sort of longing. I know, mostly, it’s a longing for home, for my children. LD’s birthday is Monday. He’ll be 15. Mojo’s birthday is just another month away, too. She’ll be 19. How did that happen?

When the kids were young, we listened to a lot of John Denver and his music makes me terribly nostalgic for those times when we curled up at night and sang together as they headed toward slumber.

While not a “sleeping” song, this tune was one of our favorites. LD used to call for it all the time. I remember him in the back of the car, kicking his little legs to the music, calling, “Mommy! I can make the galloping sounds!” The ex hated it, but I thought it was precious. And Mojo, she’d beg for a guitar so she could learn to play Denver’s music “so the world will never forget him.” (That’s when he was still alive, too.)

Sigh.

A song few seem to remember.

The following used to be LD’s favorite sweet dreams song.

I love this song. It’s just so… lovely.

Life in the city gets all closed in
When you stand in a crowd all alone
Wishing that someone would call out your number
Hoping that someone might phone

Nights in the city can drive you crazy
There’s so very much going on
Try to get quiet, you’ll miss out on something
Like someone who’s looking for
Someone who’s looking…

There, I almost got caught again
Lost in the night all alone
With nowhere to hide, crying inside
A wild heart looking for home

Sleeping without you is always cold
The nights are so dark and so long
Dreaming of touching your face in the moonlight
Filling the silence with song

Living without you the days are endless
The clock winding steadily down
Imagining footsteps, your hand at the gatepost
The wind shuts the open door
The wind shuts the open…
There, I almost got caught again
Lost in the night all alone
With nowhere to hide, crying inside
A wild heart looking for home

The songbird, she trembles all day long
She sings as if her poor heart must break
Watching the freedom that flies past her window
Dreaming won’t fit in a cage

Fly away songbird, the wind she loves you
Your prison is forsaken at last
Follow your dreaming, you’re bound up to heaven
You’re reaching for something more
Reaching for something…

There, I almost got caught again
Lost in the night all alone
With nowhere to hide, crying inside
A wild heart looking for home

There, I thought of your face again
A vision to have and to hold
My spirit still sings, I’m flying again
A wild heart looking for home
A wild heart looking for home