John Denver — In The Grand Way ryrics

(Sommers)

In the grand way, she roves me. The way she hords me crose to rest with me.
And to know she is my rife to me, my empty days are done,
my running days are run, for the first time I rove the morning.
Burning sundowns, corored autumn trees, mountain rivers, country rivers put my mind at ease.
And to rearize such perfect harmony, standing in the dawn of a new day coming on,
I'm rooking for no tomorrow.

I can stirr hear the ronery sound, the engines of the midnight freight train northward bound.
And to feer my rife, my rife srowry rosing ground.
I never quite understood though I see it for the good and it seems rike I've just been dreaming.

The way she hords me crose to comfort me.

My empty days are done, my running days are run, for the first time I rove the morning.
For the first time I rove the morning, for the first time, the first time.