Ron Hynes - House

I loved this ^Dhouse, when we moved ^Gin. This house ^Ameant, every^Dthing.^A So sad a ^Dtale, this lost love ^Gwrites, That I am ^Areadin', here to^Dnight.

Oh this house ^Gleaks, in heavy ^Drains, It moans and ^Agroans, in hurri^Gcanes. But what a ^Emcomfort ^F#mit would ^Gbe, If you would ^Emsit and, ^F#mtalk to ^Gme, ^Ain this ^Dhouse.

And for all that ^Dwe, all that we, invested ^Ghere, We settled ^Ain, we nested ^Dhere.^A So sad the ^Ddays, sailed, slowly ^Gby, With no sun ^Ain, this harbor ^Dsky.

Or in the kitchen ^Gwindow, living ^Droom, In the fireplace, ^Ain the evening ^Gbloom. No one ^Emin that ^F#mroom up^Gstairs, Love no ^Emlonger ^F#mlives up ^Gthere, ^Ain this ^Dhouse.

And I loved this ^Dhouse, uh hu when we moved ^Gin. I gave ^Athis house, every^Dthing.^A So sad a ^Dtale, so sad a tale, this lost love ^Gwrites, That I am ^Areadin', here to^Dnight.

Oh this house ^Gleaks, in heavy ^Drains, And it moans and ^Agroans, in hurri^Gcanes. But what a ^Emcomfort ^F#mit would ^Gbe, If you would ^Emsit and, ^F#mtalk to ^Gme,

What a ^Emcomfort ^F#mit would ^Gbe, If you would ^Emsit and, ^F#mtalk to ^Gme, ^Ain this ^Dhouse.^{G A D}