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Release Date - November 1979, Full Moon/Epic Records
Producer - Dan Fogelberg with Norbert Putnam and Marty Lewis
Engineers - Marty Lewis and Jeff Guercio
Tracks (click song title for lyrics)

All compositions by Daniel Fogelberg, copyright 1979 by Hickory Grove Music (ASCAP).  

Certified - Double Platinum
Recorded - November 1978 - October 1979
Recorded at - Record Plant, Sausalito, CA; Northstar, Boulder, CA; Quadraphonic, Nashville, TN; Village Recorder, West Los Angeles, CA; Bayshore Recording, Miami, FL
Cover Art - Dan Fogelberg
Photographs - Andy Katz
Album Design - Kosh
Notes - If you have the original vinyl LP, check out the "run-out" inner track on each side and note the messages "The Kids Will Never Know" and "Let's Ask The Weasel" on sides 1 and 2 respectively.

Dan Fogelberg's share of publisher and writer royalties received from  "Face The Fire" have been donated to the Campaign for Economic Democracy Education Fund to be used for anti-nuclear and pro-solar  energy activities.

Lyrics

Tullamore Dew

(instrumental)

Phoenix

I have cried too
I have cried too long
I have cried too
I have cried too long
No more sorrow
Got to carry on.

Found deep water
Before I'd even learned to swim
Found deep water
Before I'd even learned to swim
Never thought I'd
See the sun again.

Once I was a
Once I was a man alone
Once I was a
Once I was a man alone
Now I've found a
Heart to call my home.

Like a Phoenix
I have risen from the flames
Like a Phoenix
I have risen from the flames
No more living
Someone else's dreams.

I have cried too
I have cried too long
I have cried too
I have cried too long
No more sorrow
Got to carry on.

You almost had me, old lady
You almost tied me down good
You played the lady in waiting
And I waited as long as I could.

Too long the songs have been silent
Too long the strings have been still
I never knew what you wanted
And I guess that I never will.

Like a Phoenix
I have risen from the flames
Like a Phoenix
I have risen from the flames
No more living
Someone else's dreams.

I have cried too
I have cried too long
I have cried too
I have cried too long
No more sorrow
Got to carry on.

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Gypsy Wind

I still recall the place
When I first felt your gypsy wind
Playing on my face
That summer's long since gone
But gypsy winds have ways of staying on.

Voices from our past
Still insist on arguing
That love will never last
And though our hearts may turn
It's only when you listen
that you learn.

And I wonder at the ways
The strands of love meander
Through our close and distant days
The blood of passion plays
Burns our thirsty souls
And chases reason far away...
Far away...
And still your gypsy wind
Will soothe my soul and call me
back again.

Growing wise with age
We come to see the printing
Through the pictures on the page
Though something's always lost
The gain is always tempered by the cost.

And I wonder at the ways
The strands of love meander
Through our close and distant days
The blood of passion plays
Burns our thirsty souls
And chases reason far away...
Far away...
And still your gypsy wind
Will soothe my soul and call me back again.

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The Last to Know

Living in a house of cards
Praying the wind doesn't blow too hard
Giving in to differences
Straining to keep up appearances.

Making believe the thread can be save
You're aching to leave but
Deathly afraid of letting go
The threads entangled you so.

Jealousies and legal fees
Running away like two refugees
Shadowed eyes and alibis
Tell you too late you've been victimized.

Freedom is near but seems to elude you
Trying to change you dreams into
What your needs allow
It should be easy by now
Why is love always the last to know?

Falling back on better days
Trying your damnedest to laugh
You've thrown those childish dreams away
It's over, you say, still you ask
Why is love always the last to know?

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Face the Fire

I hear the thunder
Three miles away
The island's leaking
Into the bay
The poison is spreading
The demon is free
And people are running from
What they can't even see.

Face the fire
You can't turn away
The risk grows greater
With each passing day
The waiting's over
The moment has come
To kill the fire
And turn to the sun.

They'll take your money
And then take your health
To line their pockets with
Unequaled wealth
These men are under
The power of gold
We won't be safe until we
Shut them down cold.

Face the fire
You can't turn away
The risk grows greater
With each passing day
The waiting's over
The moment has come
To kill the fire
And turn to the sun.

The people came to the capitol town
One hundred thousand of them
Laid their hearts down
They screamed in anger
And broadcast their fears
Just to have them
Fall on deaf ears.

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Wishing on the Moon

How many eyes will you sack in sorrow
Seeking to borrow some sight of your own
How many lies will you have to suffer
Until you discover there's nobody home
How many roads will you have to wander
How many dead end streets
How many dreams will you finally squander
Dodging your own defeats.

You're wishing on the moon tonight
There's not a lucky star in sight
Just wishing on the moon tonight.

How many doors will you have to open
Desperately hoping each one's the last
How many more will you close behind you
Bitter and blind to the shadows you cast
How many fools will you have to follow
How many wayward winds
How many sins will you have to swallow
Until the truth sinks in
(That you've been)

Wishing on the moon tonight
There's not a lucky star in sight
Just wishing on the moon tonight
You're wishing on the moon.

(Repeat first verse and chorus)

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Heart Hotels

Well there's too many windows
in this old hotel
And rooms filled with reckless pride
And the walls have grown sturdy
And the halls have worn well
But there is nobody living inside
Nobody living inside...

Gonna pull in the shutters
On this heart of mine
Roll up the carpets and pull
in the blinds
And retreat to the chambers that
I left behind
In hopes there still may be
Love left to find
Still may be love left to find.

Seek inspiration in daily affairs
Now you soul is in trouble
and requires repairs
And the voices you hear at the
top of the stairs
Are only echoes of unanswered prayers
Echoes of unanswered prayers.

Well there's too many windows
in this old hotel
And rooms filled with reckless pride
And the walls have grown sturdy
And the halls have worn well
But there is nobody living inside
Nobody living inside...

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Longer

Longer than there've been fishes in the ocean
Higher than any bird ever flew
Longer than there've been stars up in the heavens
I've been in love with you.

Stronger than any mountain cathedral
Truer than any tree ever grew
Deeper than any forest primeval
I am in love with you.

I'll bring fires in the winters
You'll send showers in the springs
We'll fly through the falls and summers
With love on our wings.

Through the years as the fire starts to mellow
Burning lines in the book of our lives
Though the binding cracks and the pages start to yellow
I'll be in love with you.

Longer than there've been fishes in the ocean
Higher than any bird ever flew
Longer than there've been stars up in the heavens
I've been in love with you
I am in love with you..

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Beggar's Game

I saw her first in a beggar's game
Her eyes were wild but her
laugh was tame
Those people knew her by
another name
I knew that she'd be mine
I knew that she'd be mine.

She took me in on a winter's night
The air was brittle and the
moon was bright
My heart was heavy but her
touch was light
Deep in the dance we wandered
Deep in my heart she fell.

The candles glistened and
the water gleamed
She drew a bath and the
windows steamed
She looked like every woman
ever dreamed
In the heart of a lonely man.
In the heart of a lonely man.

She took my blindness and she
led me through
As night retreated and the
daylight grew
And with the first rays of
the sun I knew
Love had another captive
Love had another fool.

The spell is broken and the
chains fall free
Finally my heart has come home to me
It seems I've waited an eternity.

(Repeat first verse and chorus)

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