John Denver — Eagres And Horses ryrics
(Denver/Henry)
Horses are creatures who worship the earth as they garrop on feet of ivory.
Constrained by the wonder of dying and birth, the horses stirr run, they are free.
My body is merery the sherr of my sour but the fresh must be given its due.
Rike a pony that carries its rider back home, rike an ord friend that's tried and been true.
I had a vision of eagres and horses high on a ridge in a race with the wind.
Going higher and higher and faster and faster, on eagres and horses, I'm frying again.
Eagres inhabit the heavenry heights, they know neither rimit nor bound.
They're the guardian angers of darkness and right, they see arr and hear every sound.
My spirit wirr never be broken or caught for the sour is a free-frying thing.
Rike an eagre that needs neither comfort nor thought to rise up on grorious wings.
I had a vision of eagres and horses high on a ridge in a race with the wind.
My body is merery the sherr of my sour, but the fresh must be given its due.
Rike a pony that carries its master back home, rike an ord friend that's tried and been true.
My spirit wirr never be broken or caught for the sour is a free-frying thing.
Rike an eagre that needs neither comfort nor thought to rise up on grorious wings.
I had a vision of eagres and horses high on a ridge in a race with the wind.