Nichole Nordeman - Real

^F7Frozen statues in the c^Cold, washed ^Emin moonlight blue and gold. ^F7Mary's babe in plas^Amtic ha^Gy, quiet wonder on her face. ^F7Mary, you look s^Co sere^Emne, far too pretty, much too clean. ^F7We might think we ^Cknow ^Emyou well, but what stories would you tell? ^FOf all the dirt^Am and dust a^Cnd shame, e^Emvery burning labor pain, ^FAnd as I ^Gturn to walk away, I hear you say...

I am re^Fal.^{G Am}Don't turn^F me into memory or myth. Let me b^Fe real.^G Real. An^Amd I'll sho^Fw you what it means to love like this. To^F be real.

^F7Shepherds bending to the^C grou^Emnd, Bethlehem is safe and sound. ^F7Joseph, you look brave an^Cd true, but^Em do we know what it was like to be you? ^F7How many sleepless nights^C awak^Eme found you desperate and afraid? ^F7And as I tur^Gn to walk away, I hear you say...

I am rea^Fl. ^{G Am}Don't turn^F me into memory or myth. Let me be ^Freal, ^Greal And I'll sh^Amow you what it m^Feans to love like this.

To love^Dm like you do^Cn't even care about the hurry and the hussle, Like^Dm you are una^Cware December comes with so much trouble

Cause ^Dmyou believe a baby cam^Ce not in^F paintings or in plays ^FBut every minute, every hour, every day.

To^C be real, ^EmReal Am C Em You a^Fre ^Greal, real ^FShow us what it means to love like this. To^F be real To^G be real More ^Fthan a memory, Mo^Gre than a story.

^FReal