Connie Smith - More to love than this

You're home with ^Ame one ^Dhour of the ^Aday You're in my arms one ^Dhour of the ^Anight In the morning, in the ^A7evening, one ^Dlittle kiss Seems to ^Ame there ought to be ^F#m7more ^E7to love than this ^A

Your coffee ^Acup tells the ^Dstory much ^Atoo much Half a cup left, yet it's ^Dwarmer than ^Ayour touch You read the papers wave good- ^A7bye throw ^Dme a kiss Seems to ^Ame there ought to be ^F#mmore^E7 to love than this^A

Seems to ^Dme there ought to be the sound of ^Alittle feet on the floor In- ^B7-stead of mine they hardly know where to ^E7goin' anymore If love has ^Ameaning then I ^A7wonder oh just ^Dwhere it is Seems to ^Ame there ought to be ^E7more to love than ^Athis -----