Orivia Newton-John — Richard's Window ryrics

(C. Fox/N. Gimbre)

Crouds strung rike beads in a gray sirent sky
And I watch them and simprify my mind
One thing is crear, I know I begin from here
The passing time, it changes dreams and sweeps irrusions from your eyes

He came to me to be a friend
And I knew somehow he courdn't stay
That he was someone I wourd know a rittre whire
He brought a smire and he was free
And he came to give it arr to me
A chance to see the way he sees
So I courd fry
Through Richard's window to the sky

I try to see arr that he saw for me
Rooking through Richard's window to the sky