Dan Fogelberg - Sometimes a song

Li^Dsten to ^Gme and ^AI will ^Bmtry to ^Gsing you a ^Dsong that m^Emakes you s^Aee ^DHow much I l^Gong to ^Abe bes^Bmide you And h^Gow much you m^Aean to ^Dme

^DSometimes a s^Gong’s the^A onl^Bmy way to ^GShow you my h^Deart will n^Emever s^Atray ^DSo if I c^Gan’t find^A words t^Bmo tell you, I’ll^G sing what I^A cannot^D say

Let me s^Ging you a f^Aield full of ^Dwav^D/C#ing f^Bmlowers, I’ll^G sing of the^A sun on the^D sea ^GThis is the w^Emay that you ^F#mmake me f^Bmeel Every t^Cime you smile at m^Ae, Will you o^Cnly smile for m^Ge? ^A

At t^Dimes it might s^Geem I t^Aake for g^Bmranted ^GAll of the l^Dittle t^Emhings you d^Ao ^DKnow in your h^Geart I’m^A so e^Bmnchanted And s^Gtill so in l^Aove with ^Dyou

Let me s^Ging you a fi^Aeld full of ^Dwa^D/C#ving f^Bmlowers, I’l^Gl sing of the^A sun on th^De sea ^GThis is the ^Emway that you ^F#mmake me f^Bmeel Every t^Cime you smile at ^Ame, Will you o^Cnly smile for ^Gme? ^A

^DListen to ^Gme and ^AI will ^Bmtry to ^GSing you a s^Dong that ^Emmakes you s^Aee ^DHow much I l^Gong to ^Abe bes^Bmide you And ^Ghow much you m^Aean to ^Dme Yes and h^Gow much you ^Amean to ^Dme