Desmond Dekker - Tips of my fingers

I reach ^D#out my ^A#arms and I ^D#touch you. (touch you) With ^D#soft words I ^A#whisper your ^D#name. (your name) ^D#I held you ^A#right on the ^G#tips of my ^D#fingers, but I ^D#let it slip a ^A#right through my ^D#hands.

My ^D#eyes had a ^A#vision of your ^D#sweet lips. (sweet lips) ^D#Yielding ^A#beneath my ^D#command (my command). ^D#I held you ^A#up on the ^G#tips of my ^D#fingers, but I ^D#let it slip a ^A#right through my ^D#hands.

Oh ^A#somebody took you when ^G#I wasn't ^D#looking And ^A#I should have known, ^G#said I know from the ^D#start That it's a ^D#long, long ^A#way from the ^G#tips of my ^D#fingers but I ^D#let it slip a ^A#right through my ^D#hands.

Yes ^D#I held your ^A#love on the ^G#tips of my ^D#fingers But I ^D#let you ^A#slip right through my ^D#hands.