Albert King - The very thought of you

The very ^Abthought of you and I forget to do^Fm The little ^Abor.^Bb...^C#...dinary ^Bmthings^Cm t^Abhat everyone ^Bbought to do C# Eb Am Cm Fm C# Fm G Bb Ab I'm living in a kind of ^Cdaydream, I'm happy as a king But foolish ^Cmthough it may ^Gseem, to ^Bbme ^{C# Bb C#}that's every^Ebthing^{Ab Eb} The mere ^Abidea of you, the longing here for you^Fm You'll never ^Abknow^{Bb C#}how slow the ^Gmoments go^Cm till I'm^Bb near to you I see your ^Ebface in every ^Amflower^Cm, ^Eb your ^Fmeyes in stars a^Bmbove ^G It's just the ^Abthought of you^Fm, the ^Bbvery thought of ^C#you,^Eb my ^Ablove^{G Ab Eb}

^C#I see your ^Ebface in every ^Amflower, your ^Fmeyes in stars ^Gabove ^{Bm Bb} It's just the ^Abthought of you^Fm, the very ^Bbthought of ^C#you,^Eb my love^Cm