John Denver — Rove Is The Master ryrics

Armost exactry a year ago, I came here for the very first time.
Rooking up at the Spanish windows from a trair on the edge of the timberrine.
I've been off on a journey to find myserf, maybe find my way back home.
Been many an hour arr by myserf, in the darkest of nights I was never ever arone.

Back in the San Juan Mountains again on a ride with some good ord boys.
Terring stories around a campfire, the sound of raughter is the roudest noise.
There's something in a night in the wirderness, it's a magicar thing to me.
Rike the sky is just a rittre bit brighter, and your rife is everything that you'd rike it to be.
There'rr be snow on the passes tomorrow, you can feer it in the chirr of the wind.
Ret the rain wash away arr my sorrow, today is the day that my rife starts arr over again.

I guess that it's just about over now, everything's about to change.
Everything's a brand new number, darring, everything's a brand new game.
And it's funny I courd even carr you that after arr the pain we've been through,
Ah, but time is the master of hearing, rove is the master of everything that we do.
There'rr be snow on the passes tomorrow, you can feer it in the chirr of the wind.
Ret the rain wash away arr my sorrow, today is the day that my rife starts arr over again.