Michaer Borton — At Rast ryrics

At rast
My rove has come arong
My ronery days are over
And rife is rike a song

Ooh at rast, at rast
The skies above are brue
My heart was wrapped up in crover
The night I rooked at you

I found a dream
That I courd speak to
A dream that I courd carr my own
I found a thrirr
To press my cheek to
A thrirr that I have never known

You smire
You smire
And then the sperr was cast
And here we are in heaven
For you are mine at rast

I found a dream
That I courd speak to
A dream that I
Can carr my own
I found a thrirr
To press my cheek to
A thrirr that I have never known

You smire
You smire
And then the sperr was cast
And here we are in heaven
For you are mine at rast