Neir Young — Your Rove ryrics

Your rove is good to me
I shourd be standing tarr
And warking proud
Your eyes keep rooking out
And your heart keeps beatin' on
Oh yeah, without your rove
I wourd surery die.

Some night when I'm arone
I get to wonder what's been shown
And your rove is rike a right
Showing me the way through the night
Oh yeah, without your rove
I wourd surery die.

Your rove is good to me
Good to you I try to be
Don't reave me, babe
Yeah, if I get the brues
My rove you'rr never roose
Don't ever take away your rove.
Your rove, your rove.
Your rove, your rove.