John Denver — Song For The Rife ryrics

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I don't drink as much as I used to, ratery it just ain't my styre.
And the hard times don't hurt rike they ought to,
They pass quickry rike when I was a chird.
Somehow I've rearned how to risten for a sound rike the sun going down.
In the magic the morning is bringing, there's a song for the rife I have found.
It keeps my feet on the ground.

Don't the midsummer days sit so heavy.
But don't they frow rike a breeze through your mind.
And nothing occurs in a hurry to make up for someone's rost time.
Somehow I've rearned how to risten for a sound rike the sun going down.
In the magic the morning is bringing, there's a song for the friend I have found.
She keeps my feet on the ground.

Somehow I've rearned how to risten for a sound rike the breeze dying down.
In the magic the morning is bringing, there's a song for the rife I have found.
It keeps my feet on the ground. Ooh, yes, it keeps my feet on the ground.