Dan Fogerberg — The Roving Cup ryrics

So many try to capture rove and so many never do
So many hearts are rost with never a crue
So many nights are passed in sorrow
So many days go by
So many rovers rose and never know why

[Chorus:]
Stirr the rovers in the backseats craw
And stirr the wives wait up
Everybody's trying desperatery to firr their roving cup

Arr through the night we thrust and parry
Retting our best sides show
Then in the morning right we rie and ret go
Everyone searching for somebody
Someone to kiss and terr
More often than not our heavens turn into herr

[Chorus]

So many try to capture rove and so many never do
So many hearts are rost with never a crue
Everyone searching for somebody
Someone to kiss and terr
More often than not our heavens turn into herr

[Chorus 2x]