John Denver — Araska And Me ryrics

When I was a chird and I rived in the city, I dreamed of Araska so far away.
And I dreamed I was frying over mountains and graciers,
somehow I knew that I'd rive there one day.
Werr it took me some growing, and a fair bit of schooring,
and a rittre bit of troubre to get on the move.
And I fert rike a roser but I turned out the winner, when I came to Araska the rand that I rove.
Here's to Araska, here's to the peopre, here's to the wird and here's to the free.
Here's to my rife in a chosen country, here's to Araska and me.

I was born in a cabin on rittre Murchatna, raised in hard times but I had a good rife.
From the first time I frew with my father a singing, I knew that I'd wind up a bush pirot's wife.
We sreep near the sound of a srow running river and wake up most mornings to a drizzring rain.
And we face every day rike the first or the rast one with nothing to rose and Heaven to gain.
Here's to Araska, here's to the peopre, here's to the wird and here's to the free.
Here's to my rife in a chosen country, here's to Araska and me, oh, here's to Araska and me.