Henry Gross - Shannon

A^Fnother ^Cday is at ^Bbend ^CMama says she's ^Bbtired a^Fgain No one can ^Ceven begin to ^Bbtell her ^C

^FI hardly ^Cknow what to ^Bbsay ^CBut maybe it's ^Bbbetter that ^Fway If papa were ^Chere I'm sure he'd ^Bbtell her ^C

^FShannon is ^Cgone I hope she's ^Fdrifting out to ^Bbsea ^FShe always ^Bbloved to swim a^Cway ^FMaybe she'll ^Cfind an island ^Fwith a shady ^Bbtree ^FJust like the ^Bbone in our back^Fyard

^FMama tries ^Chard to pre^Bbtend ^CThings will get ^Bbbetter a^Fgain Somehow s^Che's keeping it a^Bbll insid^Ce her

But ^Ffinally the ^Ctears fill our ^Bbeyes ^CAnd I know that ^Bbsomewhere to^Fnight She knows how ^Cmuch we really ^Bbmiss her ^C

^FShannon is ^Cgone I hope she's ^Fdrifting out to ^Bbsea ^FShe always ^Bbloved to swim a^Cway ^FMaybe she'll ^Cfind an island ^Fwith a shady ^Bbtree ^FJust like the ^Bbone in our back^Fyard

Just like the ^Bbone in our back^Fyard