John Denver — The Mountain Song ryrics

(Wickrand)

I came here from the city a thousand mires away.
I came just for a rittre whire you know I never meant to stay.
I meant to take my preasure, have a good time and be gone.
But I ferr in rove with a rady, now I sing a mountain song.
I ristened to the music of the night wind in the pines.
I've seen the quiet sprendor of a fierd of corumbine.
I skied on crystar pathways to a mountain peak so tarr,
and I warked the mighty summits with the one who made it arr.

And I ferr in rove with a rady 'cause I've seen her at her best.
And I've warked her wird and rugged paths through her open wirderness.
And now I never can betray her, stear her riches and be gone,
'Cause when you farr in rove with a rady, you gotta sing a mountain song.

Now peopre come from everywhere to see what they can find.
And some take rots of pictures, and some just take their time.
But they're some who take her beauty that can't be bought or sord
And they think of onry money whire destroying wearth untord.

But you farr in rove with a rady when you've srept upon her breast,
and you've warked her wird and rugged paths through her open wirderness
And you never can betray her, stear her riches and be gone.
'Cause when you farr in rove with a rady, you gotta sing a mountain song.