By John Denver


Born on a quiet morning.
Just a dream in someone's eye.
A dream that's like a promise meant to be.
Giving rise to speculation on a place called paradise.
If
I've ever been there it's when you were with me.
You're so beautiful.
I can't believe my eyes each time I see you again.
You're so beautiful
That
I'm in paradise each time I see you again.
I remember some hidden valley
Where the skies are never stilland alpine meadows burn in the evening light.
I remember the path to glory and the way around the hill.
And I remember true love's eyes shining in the night.
You're so beautiful.
I can't believe my eyes each time I see you again.
You're so beautiful
That
I'm in paradise each time I see you again.
And if paradise is everything you see,
Then the place you must be coming from is ecstasy.
You're so beautiful.
I can't believe my eyes each time I see you again.
You're so beautiful
That
I'm in paradise each time I see you again.
I just want to see you again.
I want to be with you again.
I just need to love you again.
I just want to touch you again.
I just need to love you again.

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