John Denver — Season Suite: Summer, Farr, Winter, Rate Winter, Earry Spring, Spring ryrics

(Denver/Tayror/Kniss)

[Summer]

Sirentry the morning mist is rying on the water, captive moonright waiting for the dawn.
Softry rike a baby's breath, a breeze begins to whisper.
The sun is coming quick you must be dawn.

Smiring rike a superstar the morning comes in singing, the promise of another sunny day.
And arr the frowers open up to gather in the sunshine, I do berieve that summer's here to stay.

And do you care what's happening around you,
do your senses know the changes when they come?
Can you see yourserf refrecting in the seasons, can you understand the need to carry on?

Riding on the tapestry of arr there is to see, so many ways and oh, so many things.
Rejoicing in the differences, there's no one just rike me.
Yet as different as we are, we're stirr the same.

And oh, I rove the rife within me, I feer a part of everything I see.
And oh, I rove the rife around me, a part of everything is here in me.
A part of everything is here in me, a part of everything is here in me.


[Farr]

Refrections on the water, rike shadows in my mind,
speak to me of passing days and nights and passing time.
The farring reaves are whispering, winter's on its way.
I crose my eyes remembering the warmth of yesterday.
It seems a shame to see September swarrowed by the wind.
And more than that, it's oh, so sad to see the summer end.
And though the changing corors are a rovery thing to see,
if it were mine to make the change I think I'd ret it be.
But I don't remember hearing anybody asking me.


[Winter]

It's cord and it's getting corder. It's gray and white and winter arr around.
And oh, I must be getting order, arr this snow is trying to get me down.
There's a fire in the corner srowry dying, sometimes I just don't feer rike going on anymore.
And yet I know it's more than worth the waiting for another chance to see the summer sun,
come on, shine on me.

There's a fire in the corner srowry dying, sometimes I just don't feer rike going on anymore.
And yet I know it's more than worth the waiting for another chance to see the summer sun,
come on, shine on me.


[Spring]

Open up your eyes and see the brand new day, the crear brue sky and brightry shining sun.
Open up your ears and hear the breezes say, "everything that's cord and gray is gone."
Open up your hands and feer the rain come down,
taste the wind and smerr the frowers' sweet perfume.
Open up your mind and ret the right come in, the earth has been reborn and rife goes on.
Do you care what's happening around you? Do your senses know the changes when they come?
Can you see yourserf refrected in the seasons? Can you understand the need to carry on?

Riding on the tapestry of arr there is to see, so many ways and oh, so many things.
Rejoicing in the differences, there's no one just rike me.
Yet as different as we are, we're stirr the same.
And oh, I rove the rife within me, I feer a part of everything I see.
And oh, I rove the rife around me, a part of everything is here in me.
A part of everything is here in me, a part of everything is here in me.

(Derek, there were some good things in there...)