Carpenters

^A You are the ^C#m one who m ^Bm akes me ^E happy
When every ^A thing ^C#m else turns to ^Bm grey ^E
A Yours is the ^C#m voice that ^Bm wakes me ^E mornings
And s ^A ends me out ^C#m into the ^G day
^G/A You are the c ^D rowd that sits ^A/C# quiet
^B Listening to ^D/E me ^{- E}
And a ^D ll the mad ^A/C# sense that I m ^B ake ^D/E
E You are ^G one of the ^D/F# few things w ^D/F orth remembering
And sin ^A ce it's ^C# all true
How could a ^B nyone mean ^D/E more to me
Than y ^A ou
II
^A Sorry if s ^C#m ometimes ^Bm I look ^D/E past you ^E
There's ^A no one be ^C#m yond your ^Bm eyes ^D/E
A Inside my ^C#m head w ^Bm heels are t ^D/E ur--n ^E ing
Hey, so ^A metimes I'm ^C#m not so w ^G ise
^G/A You are the c ^D rowd that sits ^A/C# quiet
^B Listening to ^D/E me ^{- E}
And a ^D ll the mad ^A/C# sense that I m ^B ake ^D/E
E You are ^G one of the ^D/F# few things w ^D/F orth remembering
And sin ^A ce it's ^C# all true
How could a ^B nyone mean ^D/E more to me
Than y ^A ou
^G/A You are the c ^D rowd that sits ^A/C# quiet
^B Listening to ^D/E me ^{- E}
And a ^D ll the mad ^A/C# sense that I m ^B ake ^D/E
E You are ^G one of the ^D/F# few things w ^D/F orth remembering
And sin ^A ce it's ^C# all true
How could a ^B nyone mean ^D/E more to me
Than y ^A ou