He leaves behind a wealth of songs and artistry. For me? I was slow to warm up to his music, but I remember when I did get hooked. The songs were "Stars" and "To the Morning."
Dan also used to lived in Kingston Springs, Tennessee which is about 30 minutes outside Nashville. Hearing stories around town of when he lived here made him feel like a neighbor even if he didn't live next door to me. I'll miss Dan. Thanks for the music and lyrics.
To The Morning
by Dan Fogelberg
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
Dan Fogelberg
1951 - 2007
Come on Mornin, indeed....Rest in Peace.
3 comments:
Sincerest condolences. Dan Fogelberg is a talent I remember. He is missed. Truly.
Thank you, Taryn.
Linda Della Donna
www.griefcase.net
You captured his essence perfectly, beautifully.
Thank you for a beautiful memorial to a great soul.
Dan's talent for evoking tenderness and pure sweetness that rocks was unfathomable and I hope that he is gifted with as much sweetness in his new life on the other side as he gave so beautifully to the world. He possessed a rare and precious soul whose talent brought much love and light to us.
Love,
Marcia
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