Gilbert O'Sullivan - Clair

^EClair, the m^a7oment I met you^D7 I swear, I f^h7elt as if something s^Eomewhere Had ha^a7ppened to me, wich ^F#I couldn't ^D7see. And th^Een The m^a7oment I met you aga^D7in, I kn^h7ew in my heart that we were fri^Eends It h^a7ad to be so, it c^F#ouldn't be n^D7o; But t^Gry as h^E7ard as I might do I do^a7n't know why, ^D7- You get to me in a way I c^Gmaj7an't describe. Cmaj7 A7I Words mean so little when you look up and smile I don't care w^G6hat people say. A7II a7 D7 To me, you're more than a child. Oh Clair, Clair. ----------------------------------- ^EClair if ^a7ever a moment so r^D7are was c^h7aptured for all to co^Empare That mome^a7nt is you, in ^F#all that you ^D7do. But ^Gwhy In s^E7pite of our age diff'rence ^a7do I cry ^D7- each time I leave you I feel ^Gmaj7I could die, Cmaj7 A7I Nothing means more to me than hearing you say: "I'm going^G6 to marry you, will A7II you marry me, Uncle Ray'" Oh C^a7lair, Cl^D7air. -------------------------------------- ^EClair, I've to^a7ld you before, don't you dare^D7 Get b^Gmaj7ack into b^Eed, can't you s^a7ee that it's la^D7te, No you^Gmaj7 can't have a dri^Enk. Oh alr^a7ight then but wai^D7t just a b^Git While ^E7I in an effort to b^a7aby sit ^D7capture my breath when there is l^Gmaj7eft of it. Cmaj7 A7I You can be murder at this hour of the day But in the ^G6morning, this sorrow will seem a A7II a7 D7 lifetime away. Oh Clair, Clair ^{Cmaj7 G a7 D7 Gmaj7} Oh Clair