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