Carpenters - You

^CYou are the on^Em7e who ma^Dm7kes me happ^G7y When everyth^Cing el^Em7se is gr^Dm7ay ^{G7 C}Yours is the voic^Em7e that wak^Dm7es me mornin^G7gs And se^Cnds me out int^Em7o the^Bb day

^Gm7You a^C7re the c^FM7rowd that sits ^Cquietly and ^Dm7listening to^G7 me And ^Fall the mad ^Csense that I m^Dm7ake ^G You are ^Bbone of the few^F things w^Aborth remembering. And if i^Ct's all t^Em7rue... How could an^Dm7yone mean more to m^G7e C CM7 (2x) G7 Than you?

^CSorry if somet^Em7imes I lo^Dm7ok pas^Gt you There's n^Co one bey^Em7ond your e^Dm7yes ^{G C}Inside my hea^Em7d the whee^Dm7ls are turni^Gng Hey, som^Cetimes I'm^Em7 not so wi^Bbse

^Gm7You a^C7re my he^FM7art and my soul^C, my ^Dm7inspiration ^G7 Just lik^Fe the old ^Clove song ^Dm7goes ^G You are ^Bbone of the few^F things w^Aborth remembering And since it^C's all tr^Em7ue How could anyon^Dm7e mean more to ^G7me Than you?

^Gm7You a^C7re my he^FM7art and my soul^C, my ^Dm7inspiration ^G7 Just lik^Fe the old ^Clove song ^Dm7goes ^G You are ^Bbone of the few^F things w^Aborth remembering And since it^C's all tr^Em7ue How could anyon^Dm7e mean more to ^G7me Than you?

^G7...^Cme^Em7 tha^Dm7n yo^G7u. ^C