Frank Sinatra

Her ^Am day was ^Fdim born in sh ^G ades of ^G9 blue,
Her ^CM7 song was sad the ^Am words were true;
Her ^D9 morning c ^Dm ame too f ^G ast too s ^G9 oon,
And ^CM7 died before the ^Am afternoon
Poor ^G la - ^Cdim dy ^Dm day ^Gdim could ^G7 use s ^G ome ^CM7 love, some ^Am sunshine,
^Dm Lady ^Dm+7 day ^Dm7 has t ^G oo ^Fdim much r ^CM7 ain
Poor ^G la - ^Cdim dy ^Dm day ^Gdim could ^G7 use s ^G ome s ^CM7 pring, some ^Am breezes,
^Dm Lady ^Dm+7 day ^Dm7 has t ^G oo ^Fdim much p ^CM7 ain.
It's ^Am such a ^Am+7 lonely f ^Dm ace, ^G7 it's such a cloudy ^CM7 sky, ^Am
Dm So many s ^G hadows ^Fdim in ^G7 her ^Am eye. ^Am+7
So ^Am many ^Am+7 empty dr ^Dm eams, ^G7 so many bitter t ^CM7 imes, ^Am
Just a h ^Dm andful of ^Fdim broken rh ^Am ymes.
Poor ^G la - ^Cdim dy ^Dm day ^Gdim could ^G7 use ^G a sm ^CM7 ile, some k ^Am indness,
^Dm Lady ^Dm+7 day ^Dm7 has t ^G oo ^Fdim much r ^CM7 ain.
Poor ^G la - ^Cdim dy d ^Dm ay c ^Gdim ould u ^G7 se s ^G ome ^CM7 dreams, some f ^Am lowers;
^Dm Lady ^Dm+7 day ^Dm7 has t ^G oo ^Fdim much p ^CM7 ain.
J ^Am ust too ^Am+7 much to ^Dm say, ^G7 just to much to k ^CM7 now, ^Am
Too l ^Dm ittle t ^G ime ^Fdim to ^G7 say, “Hel ^Am lo.” ^Am+7
And t ^Am hen the e ^Am+7 vening c ^Dm omes, ^G7 and now she doesn't ^CM7 cry, ^Am
And ^Am+7 it's too l ^Dm ate to ^Fdim say, “Good- ^Am bye.”