I didn't notice until it was too late that I forgot one verse.

There in his palace so grand, on a flower strewn bed he lies,
His beautiful lids are closed o'er his sad dark beautiful eyes;
And among the mourners who mourn, why should I a mourner be?
For I was nothing to him, though he was the world to me.

Little Hawk, are you telling me John Denver wrote Palace Grand?

I know many guys who would never sing a woman's song for fear of being branded a sissy. Well, if anyone calls me a sissy, I'll brain him with my purse.