The Ink Spots - A fool grows wise

Some early ^Am7morn,^D7 a fool is ^Gborn ^Bm A ^E7fool is ^Am7born,^D7 for aren't we ^G7all ^C And he believes his ^C7spoon is of ^Ggold ^{G7 C} And he believes he'll ^C7never grow ^Gtired or ^G7old ^Am7 What a lovely ^Amworld is before his ^Gey^Em7es ^A7

But little by ^D7little A ^Dfool grows ^Gwise

As time goes ^Am7by, ^D7 he learns to ^Gcry ^Bm He ^E7learns to ^Am7cry,^D7 for don't we ^G7all ^C One day his dreams get ^C7caught in the ^Grain ^{G7 C} One day he's taught the ^C7meaning of ^Gtears and ^G7pain ^Am7 Soon he learns the ^Amloveliest lips tell ^Gli^Em7es ^A7

And little by ^D7little A ^Dfool grows ^Gwise

^B Suppose he ^C#mlaughs at dreams^F#7 and skies of ^Bblue And captures ^C#mall the world^F#7 fools sometimes ^B7do ^Em What good's the world that he ^F#7calls his ^Bmown What good's the ^B7world if he ^E7walks ^Amalone ^D

^G That's how he ^Am7learns,^D7 for what he ^Gyearns ^Bm He ^E7yearns for ^Am7love,^D7 for don't we ^Gall ^C But love is not a ^C7frivolous ^Gwaltz ^{G7 C} And when he learns to ^C7love love with ^Gall its ^G7faults ^Am7 Then he knows the ^Ammeaning of compro^Gmi^Em7se ^A7

So little by ^D7little A ^Dfool grows ^Gwise