John Denver - On the wings of a dream

Yesterd^Gay I had a dr^Deam about d^Gying About l^Bmaying to r^Dest and then fl^Gying How the m^Coment at h^Gand is the ^Donly thing we really ^Gown ^D7

And I l^Gay in my b^Ded and I w^Gondered After ^Bmall has been s^Daid and is d^Gone for Wh^Cy is it th^Gus we are h^Dere and so soon we are g^Gone?

Is t^Chis life just a path to the place that we all have come fr^Gom? Does the h^Ceart know the way and if not, can it ever be f^Gound? C | G | D | C | C | G | D7 | In a smile or a tear or a prayer or a sigh or a song?

And if s^Go, then I s^Ding for my f^Gather And in tr^Bmuth you must kn^Dow I would r^Gather He were h^Cere by my s^Gide; we could fl^Dy on the wings of a dr^Geam ^D7

To a pl^Gace where the sp^Dirit would f^Gind us And in j^Bmoy and surr^Dender would b^Gind us We are ^Cone anyw^Gay, anyw^Day we are more than we s^Geem

There are th^Cose who will lead us, protect us each step of the w^Gay From beg^Cinning to end, for each moment, forever, each d^Gay C | G | D | C | C | G | D7 | Such a gift has been given, it can never be taken away

Though the b^Gody in p^Dassing must l^Geave us There is ^Bmone who rem^Dains to rec^Geive us There are th^Cose in this l^Gife who are fr^Diends from our heavenly h^Gome ^D7

So I l^Gisten to the v^Doices ins^Gide me For I kn^Bmow they are th^Dere just to gu^Gide me And my f^Caith would procl^Gaim it is s^Do, we are never al^Gone

From the l^Cife to the light, from the dark of the night to the d^Gawn He is s^Co in my heart, he is here, he could never be g^Gone C G | D | C | C | G | D7 | Though the singer is silent, there still is the truth of the song. . .in the song

Yesterd^Gay I had a dr^Deam about d^Gying About l^Bmaying to r^Dest and then fl^Gying How the m^Coment at h^Gand is the ^Donly thing we really ^Gown ^D7

And I l^Gay in my b^Ded and I w^Gondered After ^Bmall has been s^Daid and is d^Gone for Wh^Cy is it th^Gus we are h^Dere and so soon we are g^Gone? Oh, wh^Cy is it th^Gus we are h^D7ere and so soon we are g^Gone?