Chris de Burgh - Pure joy

^CWe were ^Ftalking a^Cbout how all the ^Gyears go ^Cby ^FPeople and ^Cplaces and the ^Gmarch of ^Amtime ^FOnly ^Gmemo^Amries can ^Ftake us back there a^Ggain

Like the ^Fday on the ^Cboat, beneath a ^Gclear blue ^Csky When ^Fout of the ^Csea they came to ^Gjump and ^Amfly ^CNow I ^Gunder^Amstand why ^Fmy friend said, &^Gquot;Dolphins mak^Ce us cry"

'Cause this was ^Fpure ^Cjoy, the way they ^Glaughed and ^Cplayed ^DmSkipping and a-dancing through the ^Gocean waves It was ^Fpure ^Cjoy, for ^Eall to ^Amsee So ^Fwhy can't w^Ge, more ^Foften fe^Gel that joy of ^Cliving?

^CAnd we were ^Ftalking a^Cbout, how in the ^Gdays gone ^Cby ^FWe would be^Clieve that all our ^Gdreams could ^Amfly ^FBut they ^Gfade a^Amway, like ^Fsunset out of the ^Gsky

And I was ^Fthere in a ^Cgarden, where the ^Gchildren ^Cplay ^FHearing them ^Csinging on a ^Gsummer's ^Amday ^CMade me ^Greal^Amise how ^Fsoon, we lose that ^Ginnocence in^Cside

'Cause this was ^Fpure ^Cjoy, the way they ^Glaughed and ^Cplayed ^DmSkipping and a-dancing on that ^Gsunny day It was ^Fpure ^Cjoy, for ^Eall to ^Amsee So ^Fwhy can't w^Ge, more ^Foften fe^Gel that joy of ^Cliving?

^FPure ^Cjoy ^{G C F G F}Pure ^Cjoy ^{E Am} So ^Fwhy can't w^Ge, more ^Amoften fe^Gel that joy of ^Cliving? ^F Sheer ^Gjoy of ^Cliving ^F That ^Gjoy of ^Cliving 'Cause it was ^Fpure ^Cjoy (the ^Gjoy of ^Cliving) ^FPure ^Cjoy (the ^Gjoy of ^Cliving) It was ^Fpure ^Cjoy (the ^Gjoy of ^Cliving) ^FPure ^Cjoy, that ^Gjoy of ^Cliving