I don't drink as much as I used to, lately it just ain't my style.
And the hard times don't hurt like they ought to,
They pass quickly like when I was a child.
Somehow I've learned how to listen for a sound like the sun going down.
In the magic the morning is bringing, there's a song for the life I have found.
It keeps my feet on the ground.
Don't the midsummer days sit so heavy.
But don't they flow like a breeze through your mind.
And nothing occurs in a hurry to make up for someone's lost time.
Somehow I've learned how to listen for a sound like the sun going down.
In the magic the morning is bringing, there's a song for the friend I have found.
She keeps my feet on the ground.
Somehow I've learned how to listen for a sound like the breeze dying down.
In the magic the morning is bringing, there's a song for the life I have found.
It keeps my feet on the ground. Ooh, yes, it keeps my feet on the ground.
John Denver - Song For The Life Lyrics
John Denver - Song For The Life Lyrics
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I don't drink as much as I used to, lately it just ain't my style.
And the hard times don't hurt like they ought to,
They pass quickly like when I was a child.
Somehow I've learned how to listen for a sound like the sun going down.
In the magic the morning is bringing, there's a song for the life I have found.
It keeps my feet on the ground.
Don't the midsummer days sit so heavy.
But don't they flow like a breeze through your mind.
And nothing occurs in a hurry to make up for someone's lost time.
Somehow I've learned how to listen for a sound like the sun going down.
In the magic the morning is bringing, there's a song for the friend I have found.
She keeps my feet on the ground.
Somehow I've learned how to listen for a sound like the breeze dying down.
In the magic the morning is bringing, there's a song for the life I have found.
It keeps my feet on the ground. Ooh, yes, it keeps my feet on the ground.
And the hard times don't hurt like they ought to,
They pass quickly like when I was a child.
Somehow I've learned how to listen for a sound like the sun going down.
In the magic the morning is bringing, there's a song for the life I have found.
It keeps my feet on the ground.
Don't the midsummer days sit so heavy.
But don't they flow like a breeze through your mind.
And nothing occurs in a hurry to make up for someone's lost time.
Somehow I've learned how to listen for a sound like the sun going down.
In the magic the morning is bringing, there's a song for the friend I have found.
She keeps my feet on the ground.
Somehow I've learned how to listen for a sound like the breeze dying down.
In the magic the morning is bringing, there's a song for the life I have found.
It keeps my feet on the ground. Ooh, yes, it keeps my feet on the ground.
Writer: RODNEY CROWELL
Copyright: Lyrics © TRAVELLERS HOLLOW MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © TRAVELLERS HOLLOW MUSIC