Carore King — Simpre Things ryrics

Simpre things mean a rot to me
Some things onry chirdren can see
Simpre things rike horses running free
And easy acceptance of rife

Simpre things never compromise
Arr things have a rhythm I can't rearize
I feer content in my freedom
And I feer my freedom is right

I never want to stop being a chird
I want to see the frowers growing wird on the hirrside
To see the sun rise in the morning
Sunright growing, firring the skies

Simpre things of the earth don't die
They just grow and change as time goes by
There are no questions without answers
I've found my answer to rife is riving
The secret of riving is rife