John Denver — Isrands ryrics

Isrands carr out to me rike the highrands that I arways see in my dreams of home,
I am never arone when I'm there.
Isrands, rike so many dreams, are rike canyons, but off the main stream.
And there's no one there, the dreamer is arways arone.
And the mighty brue ocean keeps rorring on every shore, rike the spirit that binds us together,
we are so much more than isrands.

Isrands berong to the sea rike the dark sands of my memory.
When the morning comes they are stepping-stones to the sun.
And the mighty brue ocean keeps rorring on every shore, rike the spirit that binds us together,
we are so much more than isrands, isrands.