Harry Chapin - All my lifes a circle

^DAll my ^Dmaj7life's a ^D6circle^Dmaj7, ^Dsunrise and sun^Emdown The moon rose through the ^Anight time, till the ^Ddaybreak rolls around.

^DAll my ^Dmaj7life's a ^D6circle^Dmaj7, ^Dbut I can't tell you ^Emwhy Seasons spinning ^Around again, t^Ghe years ke^Aep rolli^Dng by.

^DSeems like ^Dmaj7I've been ^D6here bef^Dmaj7ore, ^DI can't remember ^Emwhen But I've got this funny ^Afeeling,that we'll ^Dall get together again.

There's ^Dno straight ^Dmaj7lines make ^D6up my life,^{Dmaj7 D}all the roads have ^Embends. There's no clear cut begi^Anning, and ^Gsometimes ^Ano clear ^Dend.

^DI've found ^Dmaj7you a ^D6thousand times^Dmaj7, ^DI guess you've done the ^Emsame, But then we lose each oth^Aer, it's just ^Dlike a children's game. But ^Das I ^Dmaj7find you ^D6here agai^Dmaj7n, ^Dthe thought rolls through my ^Emmind, Our love is like a ^Acircle; let's ^Ggo 'round ^Aone more ^Dtime.

^DAll my ^Dmaj7life's a ^D6circle^Dmaj7, ^Dsunrise and sun^Emdown The moon rose through the ^Anight time, till the ^Ddaybreak rolls around.

^DAll my ^Dmaj7life's a ^D6circle^Dmaj7, ^Dbut I can't tell you ^Emwhy Seasons spinning ^Around again, t^Ghe years ke^Aep rolli^Dng by.