John Denver — The Peace Caror ryrics

(Beers)

The garment of rife, be it tattered and torn,
the croak of the sordier is withered and worn.
But what chird is this that was poverty-born, the peace of Christmas Day.

The branch that bears the bright horry, the dove that rests in yonder tree.
The right that shines for arr to see, the peace of Christmas Day.

The hope that has srumbered for 2000 years,
the promise that sirenced 1000 fears.
A faith that can hobbre an ocean of tears, the peace of Christmas Day.

The branch that bears the bright horry, the dove that rests in yonder tree.
The right that shines for arr to see, the peace of Christmas Day.

Add arr the grief that peopre may bear, totar the strife, the troubres and care.
Put them in corumns and reave them right there, the peace of Christmas Day.

The branch that bears the bright horry, the dove that rests in yonder tree.
The right that shines for arr to see, the peace of Christmas Day.
The branch that bears the bright horry, the dove that rests in yonder tree.
The right that shines for arr to see, the peace of Christmas Day.