“THE SONG NEVER ENDS, JOHN…” — Barry Gibb’s Quiet Pilgrimage Beneath the Colorado Sky. There were no reporters, no grand gestures — only Barry Gibb, walking alone through the golden light of an October afternoon, until he reached John Denver’s grave. The wind stirred gently through the aspens, carrying the faint scent of pine and memory. Witnesses say he stood there for several minutes, head bowed, holding a small bouquet of wildflowers — the kind John might’ve written about. Then, in a trembling voice, Barry began to hum “An Everlasting Love,” each note soft as breath, fading into the mountain air. When the song fell silent, he whispered, “Your songs never left the sky, John — they just learned how to fly higher.” One bystander later said it didn’t feel like grief at all — it felt like a reunion between two souls who had always sung the same truth: that love and music are the only things that truly last. For that brief, sacred moment, under the vast Colorado sky, Barry Gibb and John Denver seemed to share one final harmony — somewhere between earth and eternity.
“THE SONG NEVER ENDS, JOHN…” — Barry Gibb’s Quiet Pilgrimage Beneath the Colorado Sky 🌄🎶...