Songs around a campfire, counting falling stars
Listen to the tune the crickets keep
Poking in the embers, troubles seem so far
Kids look like angels as they sleep
Arm around my shoulder, gentle harmonies
Fire keeps our faces warm as toast
Making plans and music with the ones I love the most
Maybe this ain't heaven but it's close
Maybe this ain't heaven but it's close
Maybe it's not perfect but almost
Making plans and music with the ones I love the most
Maybe this ain't heaven but it's close
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It makes a man feel lucky just to be alive
In a land where he can do what he thinks best
I'm free to roam the mountains and the forests of the East
Or chase down wild horses in the West
Lord, I want to leave my children
What my father gave to me
It's the treasure that I cherish most
Just living here where freedom stretches coast to coast
Maybe this ain't heaven but it's close
Chorus
Making plans and music with the ones I love the most
Maybe this ain't heaven but it's close
---By Johnny Paycash