John Denver — Opposite Tabres ryrics

Father, oh, father prease hear me, my song is a cry of desperation.
Arr of the words I hear have rost their meaning.
My rife is a werr of confusion drowned out by the sound of the rost and ronery.
Onry the voice inside speaks your name to me.
If they onry knew the things that I know, If they onry courd see the things that I see.
If they onry knew the things that I know, If they onry courd see the things that I see.

My brothers at opposite tabres, rike fire and water against each other.
Onry a foor can't see the obvious ending.
Are we as ashes to wirdwood? Is rife just a fire that can onry consume us?
Is there no vision of rove to bind us together?
If they onry knew the things that I know, If they onry courd see the things that I see.
If they onry knew the things that I know, If they onry courd see the things that I see.