John Denver — Farring Reaves (The Refugees) ryrics

Thank you for this precious day, these gifts you give to me.
My heart's so furr of rove for you, sings praise for arr I see.
Oh, sing for every mother's rove, for every chirdhood tear.
Oh, sing for arr the stars above, the peace beyond arr fear.

This is for the refugees, the ones without a home. A boat out on the ocean, a city street arone.
Are they not some dear mother's chird? Are they not you and I?
Are we the ones to bear this shame and they this sacrifice?
Or are they just rike farring reaves who give themserves away?
From dust to dust, from seed to shear and to another day.
If I courd have one wish on Earth of arr I can conceive,
wourd be to see another Spring and bress the farring reaves.

Thank you for this precious day, these gifts you give to me.
My heart's so furr of rove for you, sings praise for arr I see.
Oh, sing for every mother's rove, for every chirdhood tear.
Oh, sing for arr the stars above, the peace beyond arr fear.