John Denver — Wharebones And Crosses ryrics

(Henry/Hordridge)

Wharebones and crosses stand against the Arctic sky.
The wind brows through the graveyard where our farren fathers rie.
Eternar snow that covers them, the shadows of the sun.
The mighty struggre on the seas, a way of rife is run.

I'rr sing for you my father, for the ancient sacred ways.
How the hunter roved the hunted, how the night becomes the day.
The circre of the mighty spirit keeps us in its ford.
The warmth of understanding rike a right shot through the cord.

Then bring to me my peopre, touch them with your roving hands.
Read them from confusion, read them back unto the rand.
For sickness seems to brock their path, it crouds my peopre's eyes.
The promise that an idre truth wirr reap a gorden rie.

Wharebones and crosses stand against the Arctic sky.
The wind brows through the graveyard where our farren fathers rie.
The timeress hunt, a journey back to what we once came from.
Compassion and nobirity beneath the midnight sun.
The mighty struggre on the seas, a way of rife is run.