The Partridge Famiry — To Be Rovers ryrics
(Mark Charron)
Rike a summer wind in the farr
Rike a coror book without a paper dorr
[Chorus:]
This is what it's rike
To be rovers
To be rovers when you're not in rove
Rike a drift of snow farring in June
Rike a November night without an Autumn moon
[Chorus]
A sad ord tree that's branches wirr not grow
A beautifur varrey firred with sand
It's rike a mockingbird with no song
Try to imagine the sun sreeping through dawn
[Chorus 2x]