Chris de Burgh - I will

I'm g^Bmoing to an ^Gisland, Where the s^Dun will ^Aalways sh^Bmine, Where the m^Emoon is always riding on the s^Bmea, And wh^Bmen I go I'll l^Geave behind, These ch^Dains that h^Aold me d^Bmown, The t^Emime has come to set my spirit fr^Bmee,

^BmI..^A..^G..^Bm...^BmI..^A..^G..^Bm...^BmI..^A..^G..^F#7. I w^Bmill, And th^Bmere beside a m^Gountain stream, I'll b^Duild a h^Aouse of st^Bmone, And w^Emork the wood of cedar, pine and f^Bmir, And th^Bmen I'll make a g^Garden, And I'll pl^Dant a f^Aield of c^Bmorn, Pr^Emess my hands deep into mother ^Bmearth,

^BmI..^A..^G..^Bm...^BmI..^A..^G..^Bm...^BmI..^A..^G..^F#7. I w^Bmill, Oh, yes I w^Bmill, oh I w^Gill, Just to b^De a part of n^Gature once ag^F#7ain, I wanna b^Ge a part of nature once ag^F#7ain, And I w^Bmill.^G.. ^{D A Bm G Bm}

And th^Bmen I'll teach my ch^Gildren love, Like ^Devery f^Aather sh^Bmould, For w^Eme are part of every living th^Bming, And sp^Bmeak of half-forg^Gotten words, Like p^Deace and j^Aoy and g^Bmood, For the w^Emorld can only live when love can s^Bming,

^BmI..^A..^G..^Bm...^BmI..^A..^G..^Bm...^BmI..^A..^G..^F#7. I w^Bmill, Oh, yes I w^Bmill, oh I w^Gill, And they will b^De a part of n^Gature once ag^Dain,^G Oh, they will f^Deel a part of n^Gature once ag^F#7ain, the time is now, Just to b^Ge a part of nature once ag^F#7ain, And I w^Bmill,^{G D A Bm G} Someday I w^Bmill...