Órla Fallon - When the right one comes along

There's no ^Cmu^Gsic, no con^Emfet^Cti Crowds don't che^Ger, and bells don't ^Dring But you'll ^Cknow ^Git, I can ^Emguar^Dan^Ctee When the ^Amright one ^Dcomes a^Glong

What they're ^Cthink^Ging, what you're ^Emfeel^Cing You no longer ^Ghave to ^Dguess All those ^Cques^Gtions can be ^Emput ^Dto ^Crest When the ^Amright one ^Dcomes a^Glong ^Cm

Every single broken ^Gheart Will ^Cmlead you to the ^Gtruth ^Em You think you know what you're ^Bmlooking for 'Til what you're ^Amlooking for finds ^Dyou

In a ^Ccold ^Gworld, it's a ^Emwarm ^Cplace Where you ^Gknow that you're supposed to ^Dbe A million ^Cmo^Gments full of ^Emsweet ^Dre^Clief when the ^Amright one ^Dcomes a^Glong ^Cm

Every single broken ^Gheart Will ^Cmlead you to the ^Gtruth ^Em You think you know what you're ^Bmlooking for 'Til what you're ^Amlooking for finds ^Dyou

It's so ^Cea^Gsy, nothing ^Emto ^Cit Though you ^Gmay not believe me ^Dnow Oh, but I ^Cpro^Gmise only ^Emyou'll ^Dfind ^Cout When the ^Amright one ^Dcomes a^Glong

All that ^Cchan^Gges is only ^Emeve^Dry^Cthing When the ^Amright one ^Dcomes a^Glong