Chris de Burgh - Little angel

An^Fother night of r^Bbeaching out for y^Fou, An^Bbother night I h^Gmave to face the tr^Cuth, Oh h^Amow I wish the darkn^Gess would t^Amake aw^Gay the p^Fain, And br^Gming me back the joys of yesterd^Cay.

An^Fother night I h^Bbold you in my ^Farms, I s^Bbee your smile and f^Gmeel your beating h^Ceart, This r^Amoom is full of ech^Goes, and ch^Amildhood m^Gemori^Fes, And w^Gmords are not enough for what I f^Ceel.

Cos my h^Feart is more than br^Bboken, it is sh^Cattered, And your f^Dmace is all that ^BbI see in my dr^Ceams, With a p^Dmain imaginat^Bbion could n^Cev^Aer bel^Dmieve, Little ^Bbangel, sl^Ceep in p^Feace.

Oh h^Amow I wish this d^Garkness could t^Amake aw^Gay the p^Fain, And g^Gmive me back the life of yesterd^Cay.

Cos my h^Feart is more than br^Bboken, it is sh^Cattered, And your f^Dmace is all that ^BbI see in my dr^Ceams, With a p^Dmain imaginat^Bbion could n^Cev^Aer bel^Dmieve, Little ^Bbangel, sl^Ceep in p^Dmeace, Little ^Bbangel, sl^Ceep in p^Feace. ^{Bb F Gm C F}