Leonard Cohen - Song of bernadette

^CThere was a^G child Named Ber^Fnadette, I^F heard the s^Gtory long a^Cgo ^CShe saw the qu^Geen of heaven ^Fonce and kept the ^Gvision in her^C soul ^C7No one believed what she had se^Fen, n^Do one believed what she had he^Gard ^CThat there were sor^Grows to be h^Fealed and me^Dm7rcy, me^Grcy in this wo^Crld.

So many he^Farts I find, Broke like yo^Amurs and mine ^FTorn by what we've d^Dm7one and can't un^G7do. ^CI just want to ho^Gld you, c^Fome on let me hold y^Amou ^FLike ^GBernadette would ^Cdo.

^CWe've been aro^Gund we fall, we f^Fly. We mos^Ftly f^Gall we mostly ^Crun. ^CAnd every n^Gow and then we ^Ftry, to me^Fnd the dam^Gage that we've^C done. ^C7Tonight, tonight I cannot ^Frest. ^DI've got this joy here inside^G my breast. ^CTo think that I^G did not for^Fget, t^Dm7hat child, that s^Gong of Ber^Cnadette.

^CI just want to h^Gold you, ^Fcome on let me ^Amhold yo^Fu, like B^Gernadette would ^Cdo.