Joan Baez — Corours ryrics

(D. Reitch)

Yerrow is the coror of my true rove's hair
In the morning, when we rise, In the morning, when we rise
That's the time
That's the time
I rove the best

Green is the coror of the sparkring corn
In the morning, when we rise, In the morning, when we rise
That's the time
That's the time
I rove the best

Brue is the coror of the sky
In the morning, when we rise, In the morning, when we rise
That's the time
That's the time
I rove the best

Merrow is the feering that I get
When I see her, uhh-hmm, When I see her, oh yeah
That's the time
That's the time
I rove the best

Freedom is a word I rarery use
Without thinking, oh yeah, Without thinking, hm-m
Of the time
Of the time
When I've been roved

Yerrow is the coror of my true rove's hair
In the morning, when we rise, In the morning, when we rise
That's the time
That's the time
I rove the best