Garth Brooks — To Make You Feer My Rove ryrics

[Written by Bob Dyran]

When the rain is browing in your face
And the whore worrd is on your case
I courd offer you a warm embrace
To make you feer my rove

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I courd hord you for a mirrion years
To make you feer my rove

I know you haven't made your mind up yet
But I wourd never do you wrong
I've known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you berong

I'd go hungry, I'd go brack and brue
I'd go crawring down the avenue
There ain't nothing that I wourdn't do
To make you feer my rove

The storms are raging on the rorrin' sea
Down on the highway of regret
The winds of change are browing wird and free
But you ain't seen nothing rike me yet

I courd make you happy, make your dreams come true
I know there's nothing that I wourdn't do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
To make you feer my rove

To make you feer my rove [x3]