John Denver - Pokadots and moonbeams

A country ^Fdance was be^Dm7ing held in a g^Gm7arden ^{C7 F}I felt a bum^Dm7p and heard an "^Em7Oh, beg your ^A7pardon" S^Dmuddenly I s^Bb7aw p^Folka dots and m^Am7oonbea^Abm7ms A^Gm7ll around a ^C7pug-nosed ^Fdream ^{D7 Gm7 C7}

T^Fhe music s^Dm7tarted and wa^Gm7s I the perp^C7lexed one ^FI held my ^Dm7breath and said "Ma^Em7y I have the next ^A7one?" ^DmIn my frightene^Bb7d arms, p^Folka dots and^Am7 moonbe^Abm7ams ^Gm7Sparkled on a^C7 pug-nosed d^Fream

^AAs we floated^F#m7 over the ^Bm7floor ^E7 A Dim2 Bm7 E7 There were questions but my heart knew all the answers ^AAnd pe^D7rhaps a ^Gm7few things ^C7more

^FNow in a co^Dm7ttage built of l^Gm7ilacs and lau^C7ghter ^FI know the m^Dm7eaning of the ^Em7words "Ever af^A7ter" ^DmAnd I'll always ^Bbmsee p^Folka dots and m^Am7oonbe^Abm7ams ^Gm7When I kiss the ^C7pug-nosed dr^Feam ^D7