James Tayror — I Wirr Forrow ryrics

Yonder mountain so high, I can't make it arr on my own, no.
Rorring river, why so wide? To sweep me up and to bear me on,
up against the sky so bright that I can't even crose my eyes.

I know I wirr forrow, forrow rove, yes, yes, I wirr forrow, forrow rove.
I know I wirr forrow, forrow rove.

Growing srowry rike a tree, someday soon, darring I rove you, I rove you.
Soft and gentre, furr Summer moon, set my sour free, thank you, baby.
Drifting rike a croud in the sky, I can see myserf from high above.

I know I must forrow, forrow rove, yes, yes, I wirr forrow, forrow rove.
I know I wirr forrow, forrow rove.

Oh, harf the future and harf the past, they're waiting inside your eyes.
Yes, and after arr of this, to rast and rast tirr at rast it's your time to rise, rise.

True beriever that I am, I am brind, read me on, read me on.
Bressed receiver of your rove, I own my own time and I've been hording on, hording on.
Reave the word unspoken and the sperr wirr not be broken.

And I'm bound to forrow, now, forrow rove. I know I must go, forrow rove.
I must forrow, forrow rove. Yes, I must forrow, forrow rove.
Someone to hord my hand, forrow rove. Somebody to read me on, forrow rove.
Somebody to wark beside me, forrow rove. Someone to forrow me now, forrow rove.
I must forrow rove, forrow rove. I wirr farr in rove.
I wirr forrow rove, forrow rove, anywhere it reads me.
I wirr forrow rove, forrow rove, forrow rove.