Sinéad O'Connor - Something beautiful

^GI wanna make something beautiful ^Dfor You and from You To sh^Gow You, to show You I a- ^Ddore You, oh, You ^GAnd Your journey towards me ^Dwhich I see and I see ^GAll You push through, ^Dmad for You and because of You

^GI couldn't thank You in ten thousand years If I ^Dcried ten thousand rivers of tears Ah, but^G You know the soul and You know what makes it gold ^DYou who give life through blood Blood, ^Gblood, blood, blood, oh, blood, blood ^D

^GOh, I wanna make something so lovely for You ^D'Cause I promised that's what I'd do for You With the B^Gible I stole, I know You forgave my soul Because^D such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve And I^G think we're agreed that it should have been free ^DAnd You sang to me

They dress the w^Gounds of My poor p^Ceople as though they're ^Gnothing ^C Saying, p^Geace, ^Cpeace when there's no p^Deace They dress the w^Gounds of My poor pe^Cople as though they're n^Gothing ^C Saying, p^Geace, peace,^C peace when there's no ^Gpeace ^C

Days without n^Gumber ^C Now can a br^Gide forget her ^Cjewels ^G or a maid her^C ornaments? ^G

Yet my ^Cpeople 'forgotten ^GMe ^C Days without ^Gnumber, ^C days without ^Gnumber ^C And in their ^Gwant, ^C Who'll ^Gdress their wounds? ^C G C (G C to the end) Who'll dress their wounds?