Chris de Burgh - Perfect day

^F Oh Lord, I'm tired, it's time to go to b^Ced, ^F Way after m^Cidnight and the w^Gmine's gone to my h^Cead, ^Bb Lying here up^Gon the shore just l^Cistening to the w^Bbaves, And it's b^Feen a p^Bberfect d^Cay.

^F Packed up a picnic and set off for the s^Cea, ^F Taking all the b^Cack roads where n^Gmo-one else would b^Ce, ^Bb Me and you and P^Gaul and Sue, how we l^Caughed the time aw^Bbay, And we h^Fad a p^Bberfect d^Cay.

I br^Aought along my old guitar, And l^Aying there beneath the stars, We s^Dmang all the B^Ceatles songs we kn^Bbew, Lord you sh^Gmould have heard those harmonies, When w^Ce did Nowhere Man and Let It B^Fe.^C..^{Bb F F C Bb F F C Bb F F C Bb F}

My l^Fove, if we should break up, should we ever p^Cart, And you're s^Fearching for some m^Cemory to h^Gmelp your aching h^Ceart, ^Bb Forget about the h^Gurtful things that l^Covers often s^Bbay, And rem^Fember this p^Bberfect d^Cay.

Then p^Aeople start coming around the fire, And I was str^Aumming at my old guitar, Trying to th^Dmink of something ^Ceverybody kn^Bbew, And then y^Gmou said "though it's far away, A Chr^Cistmas song would really make my d^Fay.^C&q^Bbuot; And everbody s^Fang.^C.. ^{G C F C F C G C C G C}

And ^Bball I really w^Gant to do, Is s^Cing songs for y^Bbou, Then it's b^Feen a p^Bberfect d^Cay, Yes it's b^Feen a p^Bberfect d^Fay.