Enya - China Roses

Who can t^Cell me if ^Dmwe have h^Bbeaven, ^FWho can s^Cay the way it s^Bbhould be; ^C

^FMoonlight h^Colly, the S^Dmappho C^Bbomet, ^FAngel's t^Cears below a t^Free.

^{Dm Am C F Dm Bb C} (opakovat) You talk of the break of morning As you view the new aurora, Cloud in crimson, the key of heaven, One love carved in acajou. One told me of China Roses, One a thousand nights and one night, Earth's last picture, the end of evening Hue of indigo and blue. Db F Db

A ^Gbnew ^Dbmoon ^Ebmleads ^Eme ^Bto ^GbWoods ^Bof d^Gbreams and I ^Bfollow.

A ^Gbnew w^Dborld ^Ebmwaits f^Eor ^Bme; ^GbMy d^Ebmream, ^Abmy ^Dbway^Gb.

^DbI know that if^Ebm I have ^Bheaven ^GbThere is ^Dbnothing to des^Bire. ^Db

^GbRain and r^Dbiver, a ^Ebmworld of w^Bonder ^GbMay be p^Dbaradise to ^Bme.

^DbI see t^Gbhe sun. I s^Dbee the st^B ars.