“He was born in the summer of his twenty-seventh year
Coming home to a place he'd never been before
He left yesterday behind him
You might say he was born again”
More from John Denver
“Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mamma Take me…”
“I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me Radio reminds me of my home far away…”
“He was born in the Bitterroot Valley in the early morning rain Wild geese over the water…”