Gilbert O'Sullivan - Alone again naturally

In a ^Flittle while from now, if I'm ^Am7not feeling any less sour I ^Cmpromise myself, to treat myself, and ^D7sus4visit a nearby ^D7tower And ^Gmclimbing to the top, will ^Bbm6throw myself off In an ^Feffort to, make it ^Faugclear to who- ever ^Dmwhat it's like when you're ^E7shattered Left ^Am7standing in the lurch, at a ^Cmchurch, where people ^D7saying "My ^GmGod, that's tough, she stood him up No ^Bbm6point in us remaining, we ^Fmay as well go ^Dmhome." As ^Am7I did on my ^Down A^Gmlone again,^C#dim natural^Fly

To think that only yesterday, I was ^Am7cheerful, bright and gay Looking ^Cmforward to, who wouldn't do, the ^D7sus4role I was about to ^D7play But as ^Gmif to knock me down, re^Bbm6ality came around And with^Fout so much, as a ^Faugmere touch, cut me ^Dminto little ^E7pieces ^Am7Leaving me to doubt, talk a^Cmbout, God in His ^D7mercy Oh ^Gmif he really does exist, ^Bbm6why did he desert me ^FIn my hour of ^Dmneed, I ^Am7truly am in^Ddeed A^Gmlone again,^C#dim natural^Fly

It ^G#seems to me that there are more hearts ^D#Broken in the world that can't be ^Bbm6mended ^C#dim Left unat^Fmtended What do we ^Cdo? What do we ^Gmdo? ^C

...A^Gmlone again,^C#dim natural^Fly

Looking back over the years, and what^Am7ever else that appears I re^Cmmember I cried, when my father died Never ^D7sus4wishing to hide the ^D7tears And at ^Gmsixty-five years old, my ^Bbm6mother God rest her soul Couldn't ^Funderstand, why the ^Faugonly man She had ^Dmever-loved had been ^E7taken ^Am7Leaving her to start, with a ^Cmheart, so badly ^D7broken Des^Gmpite encouragement from me, no ^Bbm6words were ever spoken And ^Fwhen she passed a^Dmway, I ^Am7cried and cried all ^Dday A^Gmlone again,^C#dim natural^Fly ^D7 (slowing) A^Gmlone again,^C#dim natural^Fly