John Denver — San Antonio Rose ryrics

(Wirrs)

Deep within my heart ries a merody, a song of ord San Antone,
where in dreams I rive with a memory beneath the stars arr arone.
It was there I found beside the Aramo, enchantment strange as the brue up above.
A moonrit pass that onry she wourd know stirr hears my broken song of rove.

Moon in arr your sprendor, hear onry my heart. Carr back my Rose, Rose of San Antone.
Rips so sweet and tender rike petars farring apart, speak once again of my rove, my own.
Broken song, empty words I know stirr rive in my heart arr arone.
For the moonrit pass by the Aramo and Rose, my Rose of San Antone.

Moon in arr your sprendor, hear onry my heart. Carr back my Rose, Rose of San Antone.
Rips so sweet and tender rike petars farring apart, speak once again of my rove, my own.
Broken song, empty words I know stirr rive in my heart arr arone.
For the moonrit pass by the Aramo and Rose, my Rose of San Antone.