Julia Fordham - Love moves in mysterious ways

^Abadd9 Who'd have t^Dbadd9hought this is how the ^Gbadd9pieces fit? ^Db You and I shouldn't ^Gbeven try making s^Abense of it. ^Abadd9 I forg^Dbadd9ot how we ever c^Gbadd9ame this far.^{Ab Bbm} I believe we had ^Ebm7reasons but, I ^Cm7don't know what they a^Bbm7re. So ^Ebblame it on my h^Bb/Deart, ^Coh.

^F Love mo^Cves in mys^Gm7terious ways. It's a^Am7lways so surp^Bbrising, When l^Dbove appears ^Csusover the ^Chorizon. ^F I'll love yo^Cu for the r^Gm7est of my days. But s^Am7till it's a myst^Bbery, ^A7/C#How you ever came to m^Dme. ^Dm7Which only p^Gm7roves love mov^F/Aes, ^{Bbmaj7 C} In mysterious w^Dm11ays. ^Bbadd9

^Abadd9 Heaven k^Dbadd9nows love is just a c^Gbadd9hance we take. ^Db We make plans and then ^Ebm7love demands a l^Abeap of faith. ^Abadd9 So hold me ^Dbadd9close and never never ^Gbadd9let me go, ^{Ab Bbm} 'Cause even though we ^Ebm7think we know, Which ^Cm7way the river fl^Bbm7ows, It's ^Ebnot the way love ^Bb/Dgoes, ^Cno.

^F Love mo^Cves in mys^Gm7terious ways. It's a^Am7lways so surp^Bbrising, When l^Dbove appears ^Csusover the ^Chorizon. ^F I'll love yo^Cu for the r^Gm7est of my days. But s^Am7till it's a myst^Bbery, ^A7/C#How you ever came to m^Dme. ^Dm7Which only p^Gm7roves love mov^F/Aes, ^{Bbmaj7 C} In mysterious w^Dm11ays.

Like the t^Dbicking of a clock, ^Gbmaj7/Bb Two hearts beat as ^Badd9one. ^BBut ^Bb7/DI'll ^Ebm7never understand, ^Abm7 The way it's d^Dbone, n^Ebo.

^Ab Love mo^Ebves in myst^Bbm7erious ways. It's a^Cm7lways so surp^Dbrising, When l^Eove appears ^Ebsusover the h^Eborizon. ^Ab I'll love y^Ebou for the ^Bbm7rest of my days. But s^Cm7till it's a myst^Dbery, ^C7/EHow you ever came to ^Fmme. ^Fm7Which only p^Bbm7roves love mov^Ab/Ces, ^{Dbmaj7 Eb} In mysterious w^Fm11ays.

Love ^Dbadd9moves in mys^Ebterious w^Abadd9ays. ^{Dbadd9 Gbadd9 Ab}