Robert Galen Genoway
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Rocky Mountain breeze,
perfumed with the pitch of pine,
cleansed by the breath of trees,
filtered through the vine. Sing, oh sing, lone troubadour.
We loved your songs, O' balladeer.
From where the mighty eagles soar
the breezes hush to hear. He sang of mountain blues,
his music clear and mild of stance.
of majestic mountain view,
of hopes of life, and fears of chance.
No longer fear good balladeer
your clarion call lives on. John Denver, John Denver,
sing us a song John,
sing us one more. Homer, do you see him there? ...