Pat Boone - Spring rain

^AbTears at ^Ebseven^Abteen are ^Ebonly ^Fmspring ^Abrai^Fmn. (^DbYou're just seventeen) ^BbmGo ahead ^Eband ^Dbcry, ^Ebtrue love will ^Abcome to you a^Fmgain..(^AbSeven^Fmteen) ^AbEach ^Eblittle ^Fmshower ^Gm7helps a little flower like ^Bbmyou to ^Bbgrow. It ^Bbmhurts, I know, to ^Ffind the wrong ^Dways that ^Bbmlove can go.

^DbTears at any ^Ebtime ^Abcan do a ^Fmgood ^Bbmthing. (^DbIt might do you good) ^EbDry your pretty ^Dbeyes, ^Bbthere's ^Ebmore than ^Abone spring (^Dbdry your eyes.) ^AbWhen you're ^Dbolder you're gonna say ^Abthat ^Eball this anguish and ^Fpain of ^Bbbeing seven^Bbmteen, was ^Ebonly spring ^Abrain.

^EbTen and seven ^Abyears may seem the ^Fmworst ^Bbmtime. (^DbYou wait, time will tell) ^EbDon't you waste your tears ^Bbmon ^Eblove the ^Abfirst time. (^EbSave your tears) When you're ^Dbolder you're gonna say ^Abthat ^Eball this ^Fanguish and pain of ^Bbbeing seventeen, was ^Ebonly spring ^Abrain..(^DbJust spring ^Abrain)

^DbJust spring ^Abrain..^Db...^Ab...(Fade.)