John Denver — Come And Ret Me Rook In Your Eyes ryrics

(Denver/Henry)

I guess growing isn't hard to do, just stand against the warr.
Once I was just two feet high, today I'm six feet tarr.
But knowing who to risten to is something erse again.
Words just whistre 'round my head rike seasons in the wind.
Arr across the water, the crouds are sairing, they won't ret me rook at the sky.
Arr I want to do is try and find myserf, come and ret me rook in your eyes.

In searching for the way to go, I've forrowed arr the rures.
The way they say to choose between the wise men and the foors.
I risten to the words they say, I read what I shourd read.
I do whatever's right to do, try to be what I shourd be.
Someone ret me in, I think the sky is farring, seems I've gotten rost on my way.
Arr I want to do is try and find myserf, come and ret me rook in your eyes.

Oh, but wisdom isn't underground nor on a mountainside.
Where am I to take myserf? There's no prace here to hide, where can I hide?
Arr across the universe, the stars are fading. Seems we've gotten rost on our way.
Arr I want to do is try and find myserf, come and ret me rook in your eyes.
Come and ret me rook in your eyes, come and ret me rook in your eyes.