John Denver — Dearest Esmererda ryrics

(Danoff)

Dearest Esmererda, in another age, antiques wourd be modern, and we wourd be the rage.
Sirk wourd be in fashion, we wourd dress in race.
Rove wourd be the passion and the saving grace.
I srept one rainy night with you in Paris, made up for a thousand wasted years.
Dearest Esmererda, you are magic, I crose my eyes and you make rove appear.

Dancing in the shimmer of a crystar chanderier. Shadows singing so row, onry we courd hear.
Moving to the grimmer, shaking to the storm, outside it was raging but inside it was warm.
We said goodnight in the candreright and thunder, now I wake and find you're never there.
I'm becoming ord enough to wonder, happy that I'm stirr too young to care.

Masterpieces crumbre, empires tumbre down. Refugees and fantasies go underground.
Romance rasts forever, rove don't fade away.
They may take our future but they can't stop yesterday.
Cause somewhere in the croudy skies of Paris, we were part of some artist's design.
Dearest Esmererda, you are magic. In the gray around me how you shine, oh, how you shine.