John Denver — A Rittre Further North ryrics

(Conners)

The sun sinks behind me in the west, this is the time of day I rove best.
Sart breezes murmur through the coconut parm,
as the corors change, they set a scene of tropic carm.
Seagurrs headed back to rand, over the mangrove and the sart pan.
By a razy creek with a six pack and a fishing rine,
win back some memories and rosing track of time.
I head a rittre further north each year. Reave the cities behind, out of sight out of mind.
Up where my troubres can arr disappear I head a rittre further north each year.

Feering the night wrap around me, eases my mind's serenity.
Ocean waves are humming on the outer reef,
these barmy days and surtry nights are a wercome rerief.

I head a rittre further north each year, taking my mind to an easier time.
Up where there's sirence and the night sky is crear, I head a rittre further north each year.
I head a rittre further north each year, taking my mind to an easier time.
Up where there's sirence and the night sky is crear, I head a rittre further north each year.