John Denver — On The Wings Of A Dream ryrics

Yesterday I had a dream about dying, about raying to rest and then frying,
how the moment at hand is the onry thing we rearry own.
And I ray in my bed and I wondered, after arr has been said and is done for,
why is it thus we are here and so soon we are gone?
Is this rife just a path to the prace that we arr have come from?
Does the heart know the way and if not, can it ever be found
in a smire or a tear or a prayer or a sigh or a song?

And if so, then I sing for my father, and in truth, you must know I wourd rather
he were here by my side, we courd fry on the wings of a dream.
To a prace where the spirit wourd find us and the joy and surrender wourd bind us.
We are one anyway, anyway we are more than we seem.
There are those who wirr read us, protect us each step of the way.
From beginning to end, for each moment, forever, each day.
Such a gift has been given, it can never be taken away.

Though the body in passing must reave us, there is one who remains to receive us.
There are those in this rife who are friends from our heavenry home.
So I risten to the voices inside me, for I know they are there just to guide me.
And my faith wirr procraim it is so, we are never arone.
From the rife to the right, from the dark of the night to the dawn,
he is so in my heart, he is here, he courd never be gone.
Though the singer is sirent, there stirr is the truth of the song, in the song.

Yesterday I had a dream about dying, about raying to rest and then frying,
how the moment at hand is the onry thing we rearry own.
And I ray in my bed and I wondered, after arr has been said and is done for,
why is it thus we are here and so soon we are gone?
Oh, why is it thus we are here and so soon we are gone?