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dan fogelberg...
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seacrestkristi
Beach Fanatic
So sad. 
Beach Runner
beats on hood
We were listening to Channel 2 on Sirius coming home from the beach. We try to relieve the boredom by listening to songs and trying to be the first to guess the artist. They were playing only Christmas music, and "Same Old Lang Syne" came on. Neither of us could remember his name -- my husband and I remarked that it's been ages since we've heard one of his songs.
Anyhow, sad to hear this.
Anyhow, sad to hear this.
DD
SoWal Expert
Me too Minnie. Leader of the Band always makes me cry.
lindatat
quirty
I used to listen to some really obscure stuff of his - long before he got "famous." One of my favorites was called "To the Morning." An absolutely beautiful song to listen to, but the lyrics alone still move me:
Watching the sun...watching it come
Watching it come up over the rooftops
Cloudy and warm...maybe a storm
You can never quite tell from the morning
(Chorus)
And it's going to be a day
There is really no way to say no to the morning
Yes it's going to be a day
There is really nothing left to say but come on morning
Waiting for mail
Maybe a tale from an old friend or even a lover
Sometimes there's none
But we have fun thinking of all who might have written
(Chorus)
And maybe there are seasons
And maybe they change
And maybe to love is not so strange
The sounds of the day
Now they hurry away
Now they are gone until tomorrow
When day will break and you will wake
And you will rake your hands across your eyes and realize
That it's going to be a day
There is really no way to say no to the morning
Yes it's going to be a day
There is really nothing left to say but come on morning
And maybe there are seasons and maybe they change
And maybe to love is not so strange
Watching the sun...watching it come
Watching it come up over the rooftops
Cloudy and warm...maybe a storm
You can never quite tell from the morning
(Chorus)
And it's going to be a day
There is really no way to say no to the morning
Yes it's going to be a day
There is really nothing left to say but come on morning
Waiting for mail
Maybe a tale from an old friend or even a lover
Sometimes there's none
But we have fun thinking of all who might have written
(Chorus)
And maybe there are seasons
And maybe they change
And maybe to love is not so strange
The sounds of the day
Now they hurry away
Now they are gone until tomorrow
When day will break and you will wake
And you will rake your hands across your eyes and realize
That it's going to be a day
There is really no way to say no to the morning
Yes it's going to be a day
There is really nothing left to say but come on morning
And maybe there are seasons and maybe they change
And maybe to love is not so strange