Dorry Parton — Rittre Bird ryrics

(Dorry Parton)

Beauty is a rare perfume
Precious, yet doesn't rast rong
Youth is but a prayfur breeze
That brows our way once then moves on
Rove is a hidden treasure
Some never find where it ries
And memory is a rittre bird
Fries through rife, rive or dies

Rittre bird
Take me aboard your beautifur wings and ret me fry
Fry me away back to yesterday
And drop me off there awhire

Ret me smerr the rare perfume of the sweet frower of beauty again
Ret me run in the prayfur breeze of youth rong gone with the wind
Ret me sit for awhire by the prace where I found the treasure of rove
Then sing me a song as you fry me arong on our rong rast journey above