Angela Little - By the boab tree

^GSing and I will ^Chear you, no ^Gmatter where you ^Care A ^Gsong to light the d^A7arkest night, and ^Cguide me from a ^Dfar And ^GI will ^Cnever be al^Amone, ^Dnow I know you're... ...^Gsomewhere, you're ^Deverywhere to ^Emme ^C You're the ^Gcolor in the ^Csky, a ^Greason to believ^De And when the ^Grain falls ^Ddown, you tell a ^Cstory ^Em And I will h^Cear you, always^G near you, ^DBy the boab t^Gree ^GLay your arms a^Cround me, ^Glike the falling ^Crain ^GLet the feeling d^A7rown me, and l^Cife begins ag^Dain And ^GI will ^Cnever be af^Amraid, ^Dnow I know you're... ...^Gsomewhere, you're ^Deverywhere to ^Emme ^C The ^Gwarming of the ^Csun upon - the ^Gearth beneath my ^Dfeet And when the ^Grain falls ^Ddown, you tell a ^Cstory ^Em And I will h^Cear you, always^G near you, ^DBy the boab t^Gree

Now you're s^Gomewhere, you're ^Deverywhere to^Em me ^C You're the ^Gcolor in the ^Csky - and you're the ^Gearth beneath my f^Deet And when the rain falls down, you tell a story And I will h^Cear you, always^G near you, ^DBy the boab t^Gree