Sarah Brightman - Memory

^CMidnight, ^Amnot a ^Csound ^Amfrom the ^Cpave^Amment, Has the ^Cmoon lost her ^Fmemory, ^Amshe is ^Fsmiling a^Emlone; In the ^Glamp^G7light the ^Fwithered leaves co^Amllect at my ^Cfeet, And the ^Gwind, be^Amgins to ^Cmoan.

^CMemory, ^Amall a^Clone in the ^Ammoonlight, I can ^Csmile at the ^Fold days, ^AmLife was ^Fbeautiful ^Emthen; I ^Gremem^G7ber the ^Ftime I knew what ^Amhappiness ^Cwas, Let the ^Gmemory, ^Amlive a^Cgain.

^EmEvery ^CM7street lamp ^Emseems to ^CM7beat, a ^Gfa….^Ctalistic w^Garning, ^EmSomeone mutters, a ^Dstreet lamp flutters, and ^Gsoon it ^Awill be ^Dmor^D7ning.

^CDaylight, ^AmI must ^Cwait for the ^Amsunrise, I must ^Cthink of a ^Fnew life, ^AmAnd I ^Fmustn't give ^Emin; when the ^Gdawn ^G7comes to^Fnight will be a ^Ammemory ^Ctoo, And a ^Gnew life ^Amwill be^Cgin.

^EmBurnt out ^CM7ends of ^Emsmokey ^CM7days, the ^Ebstale cold ^Absmell of ^Ebmor^Eb7ning, A ^Cmstreet lamp dies, another ^Bbnight is over, an^Ebo..ther ^Fday is ^Bbdaw..^Cning.

^EbTouch me, ^Cmit’s s^Ebo easy t^Cmo leave me, all^Eb alone with m^Aby memory, ^CmOf my ^Abdays in the ^Gmsun; if you ^Bbtouch ^Ab7me you’l^Abl understand wha^Cmt happines^Ebs is, Look, a ^Gnew ^G7day, ^Amhas ^Fbe?^C??gun ... (Slowing)