Allan Taylor - It could have been

^N.C.When we were ^Amyoung, how we could ^Ffly How we could ^Gfloat along like summer winds and ^Ctouch the sky ^G/B The world was ^Amours, and how we ^Fdreamed Our lives were ^Gintertwined forever so it ^Cseemed

We made our ^Emplans, I'd be a ^Fpainter or a poet Live in ^GParis, in a ^Ccheap hotel or garret And you would ^Ambe my ^Dmeverything, my ^GMuse Too ^Cwonderful ^G/Bto ^Amlose When we were ^Dmyoung, so very ^Gyoung ^E7

^N.C.It could have ^Ambeen, but so it ^Fgoes It's the ^Gmystery of life nobody ever ^Cknows No "^G/Bsecond ^Amshows", no "once a^Fgain" We only ^Gturn a fleeting glance to what was ^Cthen

One small ^Fnote of regret It could have ^Gbeen and yet We kind of ^Clost our way From ^B7day to day The years just ^Cfaded away They had no ^Amtime to stay Time will not ^Gwait for ^Flovers' ^E7fanciful dreams

^N.C.When we were ^Amyoung, how we could ^Ffly How we could ^Gfloat along like summer winds and ^Ctouch the sky ^G/B The world was ^Amours, and how we ^Fdreamed Our lives were ^Gintertwined forever so it ^Cseemed Our lives were ^Fintertwined for^E7ever - when we were ^Amyoung ^{F Am}