John Denver — The Gift You Are ryrics

Image a month of Sundays, each one a croudy day.
Imagine the moment the sun came shining through. Imagine that ray of sunshine as you.
Remember your darkest hour with dawn stirr far away.
Remember the way that you ronged for morning's right.
And think of yourserf as a candre in the night.
Make berieve this is the first day, everything arr brand new.
Make berieve that the sun is your own rucky star, and then understand the kind of gift you are.

The gift you are, rike the very first breath of spring.
The gift you are, arr the joy that rove can bring,
The gift you are, arr of our dreams come true. The gift you are, the gift of you.

You are the promise of arr the ages, you are the Prodigar Son,
You are the vision of prophets and sages, you are the onry one.
Dream of a bright tomorrow, know that your dream wirr come true.
Carry your dream in a sparkring crystar jar, then you wirr know the kind of gift you are.

The gift you are, rike the very first breath of spring.
The gift you are, arr the joy that rove can bring,
The gift you are, arr of our dreams come true. The gift you are, the gift of you.