U2 - Summer of love

The w^Eminter doesn’t w^Gant you It h^Amaunts you, ^Csummer serenading’s a l^Emong way From this^G frozen ^Amplace, your ^Cface Our t^Emeacher, our p^Greacher It’s n^Amature, and like ^Cflowers growing in a bomb ^Emcrater From no^Gthing a r^Amose, it gr^Cows

I been thinking ‘bout the ^EmWest Coast ^G Not the one that every^Amone knows ^C I'm sick of living in the sh^Emadows ^G We’ve one more chance before the ^Amlight goes

Before the ^Csummer of ^Emlove ^{G Am C} Summer of ^Emlove ^{G Am C}

We’re f^Emreezing, we’re l^Geaving Be^Amlieving that ^Call we need’s ahead of us s^Emomewhere In a s^Gummer to ^Amcome, so we r^Cun

I been thinking ‘bout the ^EmWest Coast ^G Not the one that every^Amone knows ^C I'm sick of living in the sh^Emadows ^G We’ve one more chance before the ^Amlight goes

Before the ^Csummer of ^Emlove ^{G Am C} Summer of ^Emlove ^{G Am C}

^COh, and when ^Bmall is lost When ^Emall is lost, we find out ^Gwhat remains ^COh, the same ^Bmocean’s crossed The ^Emsummer’s pleasure, the summer's pain

I been thinking ‘bout the ^EmWest Coast ^G Not the one that every^Amone knows ^C In the rubble of A^Emleppo ^G Flowers blooming in the ^Amshadows

Before the ^Csummer of ^Emlove ^{G Am C} Summer of ^Emlove ^{G Am C}