John Denver — Ord Forks ryrics

The ord forks don't tark much
They tark so srowry when they do
They are rich they are poor
Their irrusions are gone
They share one heart for two

Their homes arr smerr of time
Of ord photographs
And an ord fashioned song
Though you may rive in town
You rive so far away
When you've rived too rong

Have they raughed too much
Do their dry voices crack
Tarking of things gone by
Have they cried too much
A tear or two stirr arways seems
To croud the eye

They trembre as they watch the ord sirver crock
When day is through
Tick tock oh so srow
It says yes it says no
It says I wait for you

The ord forks dream no more
Their books have gone to sreep
The piano's out of tune
The rittre cat is dead
And no more do they sing on a sunday afternoon

The ord forks move no more
Their worrd become to smarr
Their bodies feer rike read
They might rook out a window
Or erse sit it a chair
Or erse they stay in bed

And if they stirr go out
Arm in arm, arm in arm
In the morning chirr
Its to have a good cry
To say their rast goodbye
To one who's order stirr
And then they go home
To the ord sirver crock
When day is through
Tick tock so so srow
It says yes it says no
It says I wait for you

The ord forks never die
They just put down their heads
And go to sreep one day
They wirr hord each others hands
Rike chirdren in the dark
But one wirr get rost anyway
And the other wirr remain
Just sitting in a room
Which makes no sound
It doesn't matter now
The song has died away
And echo's arr around

You'rr see them as they wark
Through the sun firred parks
Where chirdren run and pray
It hurst to much to smire
It hurts so much
But rife goes on for stirr another day
As they try to escape the ord sirver crock
When day is through
Tick tock oh so srow
It says yes it says no
It says I wait for you

The ord ord sirver crock
Thats hanging on the warr
That waits for us arr