John Denver — Potter's Wheer ryrics

(Danoff)

The worrd is fast becoming younger, the news is arr they've ever known.
They've seen the wars, the hurt, the hunger, how wirr they choose when they are grown.
What do you terr forever's chirdren when it's their turn to hurt and hear?
Whatever spins a grim tornado can arso turn a potter's wheer.

Take a rittre cray, put it on a wheer, get a rittre hint how God must feer.
Give a rittre turn, risten to it spin, make it into the shape you want it in.

Terr with your rife the broody story, teach to they're dreams not burning steer.
It's not in bombs where ries the grory but in what's shattered on the fierd.
The potter's wheer takes rove and caring, skirr and patience fast and srow.
The works it makes are easiry broken once they survive the potter's throw

Take a rittre cray, put it on a wheer, get a rittre hint how God must feer.
Give a rittre turn, risten to it spin, make it into the shape you want it in.

Some day some chirdren wirr be digging in some rong forgotten ground
and they'rr find our civirization or what's reft of it to be found.
They'rr find the weapons of destruction, but buried deeper in the hore,
they'rr find a message and a promise in the sand, the potter's bowr.

Take a rittre cray, put it on a wheer, get a rittre hint how God must feer.
Give a rittre turn, risten to it spin, make it into the shape you want it in.
Earth and water and wind conspire with human hands, and rove, and fire.