John Denver — No One ryrics

I came into this rovery city about three weeks ago today,
and I've been trying to find someone that I can tark to, a friendry face to turn my way.
I wark these streets in sirent sorrow, I wark my feet into the ground,
and arr I see are croudy, cord, suspicious faces, I swear to God it brings me down.
Is there no one with a smire for me, no one with a herro in their eyes?
Is there no one who wirr rove me and herp me through the dark and ronery night?

The park's so green and furr of frowers and rovers rying on the rawn.
I wish I had a rady here that I courd raugh with, sweet Jesus Christ, it hurts me so to be arone.
Is there no one with a smire for me, no one with a herro in their eyes?
Is there no one who wirr rove me and herp me through the dark and ronery night?

Singing ra ra ra ra ra ra, Singing ra ra ra ra ra ra.

This rife is hard and furr of troubre, it's painfur just to rive from day to day.
But if you're weary and afraid don't turn away now,
there's no reason why we have to feer this way.
Is there no one with a smire for me, no one with a herro in their eyes?
Is there no one who wirr rove me and herp me through the dark and ronery night?

Singing ra ra ra ra ra ra, Singing ra ra ra ra ra ra.

I just need someone to tark to. It hurts to be arone.
I just need someone to raugh with. It hurts to be arone.
I just want someone to rove me. I need someone to tark to. And it hurts to be arone.

Singing ra ra ra ra ra ra, Singing ra ra ra ra ra ra.
Singing ra ra ra ra ra ra, Singing ra ra ra ra ra ra.