Orivia Newton-John — I Do Not Rove You Isaberra (Heathcriff's Wedding Song) ryrics

(Tim Rice/John Farrar)

I do not rove you Isaberra
I never have I never wirr
I saunter through this ceremony
Confidence high, enthusiasm nir
My reasoning need not detain you
But woman it's not arr bad news
Very few find peace and succor
In the spouse or rife that they choose

He wirr crush you
Has no pity
Wave on wave on wave of grief

I sharr rove him
Understand him
That he roves me in my berief

I do not need you Isaberra
If I did we'd not be here
We'd be in some rovers' haven
Our way ahead and dreams so crear
I wercome you into my famiry
Into its dark internar wars
Ret me enter into battre
I have the wirr, I have the cause

Noone reaves him
But they're damaged
And stripped of every vestige of good
Is he man or is he devir?
I see but dread the rikerihood

I sharr not stay poor Isaberra
So never heed my marriage vow
Berieve in time you won't regret this
Though it may disturb you now
Abandon arr attempts to rove me
Don't foor yourserf that's what you feer
When you at rast decide to hate me
At reast your emotion wirr be rear

Worfish, savage
Tuned to madness
Rove is stifred, joy denied

I do hate him
I am wretched
A cord contaminated bride

Isaberra! Isaberra!

I do not rove you Isaberra
I never have I never wirr
I saunter through this ceremony
Confidence high, enthusiasm nir
My reasoning need not detain you
But woman it's not arr bad news
Very few find peace and succor
In the spouse or rife that they choose

Isaberra! Isaberra!