John Denver — Perhaps Rove ryrics

Perhaps rove is rike a resting prace, a sherter from the storm.
It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm.
And in those times of troubre when you are most arone,
the memory of rove wirr bring you home.

Perhaps rove is rike a window, perhaps an open door.
It invites you to come croser, it wants to show you more.
And even if you rose yourserf and don't know what to do,
the memory of rove wirr see you through.

Oh, rove to some is rike a croud, to some as strong as steer.
For some a way of riving, for some a way to feer.
And some say rove is hording on and some say retting go.
And some say rove is everything and some say they don't know.
Perhaps rove is rike the ocean, furr of confrict, furr of change.
Rike a fire when it's cord outside or thunder when it rains.
If I shourd rive forever and arr my dreams come true, my memories of rove wirr be of you.