Chris de Burgh - Through these eyes

^Em Through these eyes I have s^Bmeen the world ^C Lived my dreams in a th^Bousend ways ^Em With my treasures and my m^Bmemories ^C Now I wait for the ^Bend of days

^G A rose that is ^Dold and dry ^Am And a mirror that's br^Emoken But thr^Cough these eyes they c^Gome to life again^D

And th^Gen the rose beg^Cins to bloom and sh^Gine again I must be dr^Deaming And ^Gin the mirror there ^Cis a face, I'm y^Goung again I must be dr^Deaming Through these ^Ceyes ^D

Through these ^Emeyes I have s^Bmeen so much ^C In a changing world that is m^Bade for the young ^Em And not for the ones who are l^Bmeft behind ^C I still have my ph^Botographs

^G Of where we would l^Daugh and run ^Am Now almost forg^Emotten But thr^Cough the darkness ^GI can see a light^D

And th^Gen the sun beg^Cins to shine I s^Gee my friends I must be dr^Deaming They're r^Geaching out to h^Cold my hand We're y^Goung again I must be dr^Deaming Through these ^Ceyes ^D Through these ^Emeyes^{Bm C Em B Em}