Mary Hopkin - How come the sun

^GHow come the ^Em7sun didn’t ^Cmake it to^Amday? ^G Is it ^Em7tired of what it’s been ^F shining ^D7down on? ^GCould it be ^EmGod didn’t ^Amwake it to^Am7day? You couldn’t ^Dblame him ^D7Sometimes it feels like the ^Gsun ^Emjust comes ^Amup out of ^Dhabit ^G And goes ^Emdown as ^Amquick as it ^Dcan ^G These ^Emdays you ^Amjust have to ^Dgrab it as ^Emit goes by

^GHow come the ^Em7stars didn’t ^Ccome out to^Amnight? ^G Are they ^Em7tired of what they’ve been ^F shining ^D7down on? ^GCould it be ^EmGod had a ^Amfew doubts to^Am7night? You couldn’t ^Dblame him ^D7Sometimes it seems like the ^Gstars ^Emare just ^Amgoing through ^Dmotions ^G They don’t ^Emsee the ^Ampoint of it ^Dall ^G They shine, ^Emshine, but ^Amyou get the ^Dnotion, they ^Emwonder why

^EMaybe the sun saw everyone ^Apulling his neighbor’s hair ^EHe couldn’t rise without the skies ^Afilling with filthy air ^AmDo you suppose that he knows? That he ^Bknows, but ^B7he won’t tell us

^GHow come the ^Em7moon just won’t ^Crise up and ^Amshine? ^G Is it ^Em7tired of what it’s been ^F shining ^D7down on? ^GCould it be ^EmGod couldn’t ^Ammake up his ^Am7mind? You couldn’t ^Dblame him ^D7Sometimes it feels like the ^Gmoon’s ^Emheart ^Amjust isn’t ^Din it ^G It gives ^Emless than ^Amall of its ^Dlight ^G It shines, ^Emshines, but ^Amjust when it’s ^Dgreatest, it ^Emstarts to die

^GHow come the ^Em7sun didn’t ^Cmake it to^Amday? ^G Is it ^Em7tired of what it’s been ^F shining ^D7down on? ^GCould it be ^EmGod didn’t ^Amwake it to^Am7day? You couldn’t ^Dblame him ^D7Sometimes it feels like the ^Gsun ^Emjust comes ^Amup out of ^Dhabit ^G And goes ^Emdown as ^Amquick as it ^Dcan ^G These ^Emdays you ^Amjust have to ^Dgrab it as ^Emit goes by