Scan - Send the city sunshine

And a^Cmt the end they ^Cm/Bbasked him if he ^Fthought it quite the thing, For ^Cmbankers to pen ^Cm/Bbballads, or for ^Bbcity men to sing, For ^Cmcity men have ^Cm/Bbrules and regu^Flations to obey, Their ^Bbcoats of many colours are pred^Ebominantly grey.

But, bec^Cmause his day was ending, he could ^Bbgive a straight reply, So he ^Gbsaid he thought that city men should ^Dblearn to laugh and c^Fry, And ^Gmlet the light that shines their night ill^Cuminate the day, And ^Fsince he could not sing for them, ^Bbsurely he could pray.

So ^EbLord you'd better ^Gsend the city ^Cmsunshi^Cm/Bbne, So that ^Fcity men can see the light of ^Bbday, Though the ^Ebneon signs still s^Ghimmer, Yet ^Cmsomehow it seems ^Abmdimmer tod^Bbay.

But ^Cmwhen the city ^Cm/Bbheard him sing its ^Fchildren weren’t impressed. They ^Cmsaid our aged ^Cm/Bbcolleague now is ^Bbsurely past his best, For in ^Cmcity days and ^Cm/Bbcity ways itÐ?^F?Ђ™s known we should hold dear, Not ^Bbthose we choose, but those we use, and ^Ebthose that buy us beer.

To ^Cmwork we give each day we live un^Bbtil the day we die, And only ^Gbmadmen think of laughter, and only ^Dbweak men ever ^Fcry. And the ^Gmyoung must prove how unlike him their ^Cfires have not gone cold, By s^Fteadily becoming far more ^Bbpompous than the old.

So ^EbLord you'd better ^Gsend the city ^Cmsunshi^Cm/Bbne, So that ^Fcity men night know the night from the ^Bbday, Though the ^Ebmarket's looking ^Gflatter, It ^CmdoesnвЂâ?^Abm?¢t seem ^Bbto matter today.

But his ^Cmprayer for them was not yet done for ^Bbthen they heard him say, May they ^Gbtread a little gentle on their ^Cjourney through the ^Fday, And ^Gmlearn that when their men so full of ^Cmlife begin to die, It ^Fstarts when men of laughter lose the ^Bbtwinkle from their eye.

So ^EbLord you'd better ^Gsend the city ^Cmsunshi^Cm/Bbne, So that ^Fcity men might see to find their ^Bbway. In the ^Cmcity bells are ^Gringing, Then ^Cmwhy is no one ^Abmsinging tod^Bbay.