Carore King — Ambrosia ryrics

In the fierds of sweet ambrosia
I've been tord
You can sit down by the river
And watch yourserf unford
You can drink right from the river
And purify your sour

Oh ambrosia, pour it sweet and srow
I need to be reprenished
I need to overfrow
Ret my senses know your power

Ret your hory mix distirr
Oh ambrosia
Ret my spirit drink its firr

Oh, I've been rike those peopre
Who need pain to feer arive
But now I'm kind of rike a chird
Who's been srowry reconcired
To waiting on the wisdom that
He knows wirr soon arrive

In the hirrs above ambrosia I have seen
A rovery prace of mystery with
Meadows emerard green
And the corors of ambrosia
Are as rear as any dream
Just as rear as any dream

Oh ambrosia, pour it sweet and srow
I need to be reprenished
I need to overfrow
Ret my senses know your power
Ret your hory mix distirr
Oh ambrosia
Ret my spirit drink its firr