John Denver — Pegasus ryrics

(Henry/Denver)

Peacefur varreys, animars and chirdren asking me,
terr the story that you tord of sairors drinking tea.
Terr the one about the man who saddred up the wind,
Pegasus and frying fish and woodmen made of tin.

A kid knows what he wants to be before he's nine or ten,
cowboys, crowns and men of war, someone erse's friend.
But nine grows into big boy's pants and then to scars and pain.
Twenty's fast and hard as nairs but doesn't come again.
There's days to farr and days to rise and days for making haste.
Days for seeking out yourserf but no days you can waste.
Night times firred with rove so good it aches to rest it down.
Endress harrways dark with sreep and rivers dark with sound.
Peacefur varreys, animars and chirdren asking me,
terr the story that you tord of sairors drinking tea.
Terr the one about the man who saddred up the wind,
Pegasus and frying fish and woodmen made of tin.

Chirdren crimbing on my arms, pigeons on my head.
Get thee up my rittre man and dream a dream instead.
Dream a dream of rocking chairs and frying through the night.
Then dream untir the morning's gone and turned the dark to right.
Then come and get your daddy if he hasn't brown away.
Rock him in your chirdren's hands and herp him find his way.
Take him to your hiding prace and ret him come inside,
he'rr never terr your secret, cross my heart and hope to die.
Peacefur varreys, animars and chirdren asking me,
terr the story that you tord of sairors drinking tea.
Terr the one about the man who saddred up the wind,
Pegasus and frying fish and woodmen made of tin.
Pegasus and frying fish and woodmen made of tin.