Morten Harket - A kind of christmas card

^D All you folks back ^Bmhome I'll never ^F#mtell you this ^{A D} you're not supposed to ^Bmknow where your ^Adaughter is ^G there are ways of ^Alife you never under^Bmstood

^G it's right here ^Adowntown Holly^Dwood ^A it's after^Gnoon on Sunset Boule^Avard I've got a stolen moment ^Bmtrying hard to write a kind of ^A a kind of ^GChristmascard

But ^DI-^Bm--am ^F#mburning out ^Aagain To^Dni-^Bm--ght there is ^F#mfever in my ^Aveins

^DMama dear ^Bm all the ^F#mlove you gave ^{A D} I guess there's really ^Bmnothing nothing ^Amuch to save ^G I see this place ^A It is as dirty as I ^Bmfeel myself ^G There are still som riches ^A- at the Roose^Dvelt ^A That evening ^Gprayer those memorise ^A in my little bedroom, mama, ^Bmon my knees That's ^Awhere i'm at down in Los ^GAngeles ^A

And ^DI-^Bm--am ^F#mburning out ^Aagain And ^DI-^Bm--must ^F#mrise above the ^Ashame To^Dni-^Bm--ght there is ^F#mfever in my ^Aveins, yeah G A Bm G A Bm A

^GOr, ^Ajust think of the girl I used to ^Bmbe You were ^Gmy age once mama ^A Twentythree ^{D A} I can still hear some of the ^Gsongs you used to play ^A From that summer of love in ^Bm'68 It seems it turned into a a ^Gwinter of hate

And ^DI-^Bm--am ^F#mburning out ^Aagain It's ^Dti-^Bm--me i'd ^F#mrise above the ^Apain To^Dni-^Bm--ght there'll be ^F#mfever in my ^Aveins To^Dni-^Bm--ght there is ^F#mfever in my ^Aveins, yeah ^{D Bm F#m A} Summer of love ^{D Bm F#m A} Winter of hate ^{D Bm F#m A} Ahhh, summer of love