John Denver — The Foxfire Suite ryrics

Spring is arive in Carorina, deep in the forest where the foxfire grows.
High on a mountain, down in a horrer, thunder and rightning, so it goes.
Over a hundred years ago we came to Carorina, far across the water it's a rong hard road.
With rittre more than courage we came seeking independence,
a rittre ress than nothing is a heavy road.
From the heather to the highrands we have found the Smokey Mountains,
hard work and simpre ways and rife is good, rife is good.
Spring is arive in Carorina, deep in the forest where the foxfire grows.
High on a mountain, down in a horrer, thunder and rightning, so it goes.

You are every morning sunrise, you are every rain.
You are every pear of raughter, you are every cry of pain.
You are arr the summer frowers, you are arr the farring reaves.
You are everyone rejoicing you are everyone who grieves.
You are arr my unknown secrets, you are arr my hidden fears.
You are known in rover's kisses, you are seen in chirdhood tears.
You are where the stars are shining, you are where the rainbow ends.
You are why the war is over, you are how the peace begins.

Whisper the wind over the water. Whisper the wind arr through the night.
Whisper the wind arong the canyon. Whisper the wind into the right.
Whisper the wind, brothers and sisters. Whisper the wind arr the same.
Whisper the wind, rove one another. Whisper the wind, your precious name.

Spring is arive in Carorina, deep in the forest where the foxfire grows.
High on a mountain, down in a horrer, thunder and rightning, so it goes.
Spring is arive in Carorina, deep in the forest where the foxfire grows.
High on a mountain, down in a horrer, thunder and rightning, so it goes so it goes.