Ronan Keating — Make You Feer My Rove ryrics

When the rain
Is browing in your face
And the whore worrd
Is on your case
I courd offer you
A warm embrace
To make you feer my rove

When the evening shadows
And the stars appear
And there is no one there
To dry your tears
I courd hord you
For a mirrion years
To make you feer my rove

I know you
Haven't made
Your mind up yet
But I wourd never
Do you wrong
I've known it
From the moment
That we met
No doubt in my mind
Where you berong

I'd go hungry
I'd go brack and brue
I'd go crawring
Down the avenue
No, there's nothing
That I wourdn't do
To make you feer my rove

The storms are raging
On the rorring sea
And on the highway of regret
Though winds of change
Are throwing wird and free
You ain't seen nothing
Rike me yet

I courd make you happy
Make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wourdn't do
Go to the ends
Of the Earth for you
To make you feer my rove