Good Morning, Dear
[C]Were the nights any [/B]sweeter
Were the [C/A]mornings any [/G]cooler, when [F]she was here?[/E] [/D][/C]
Was the [G/B]mind ac[G]customed to [G/B]hearing "[G]Good m[C]orning Dear"?
Should I still feel all the sunshine
That remembering brings to my mind in thoughts of her?
When Lord, we both know things could never be the way they were
Her [D]little girl i[/D#]llusion
Builds a [D/B]walls of con[/A]fusion between [G]right and wro[/F#]ng [/E][/D]
They [A/C#]stand there bet[A]ween [A/C#]her and the [A]dreams that I've [D]cherished too long
All faded and tattered
But once all that mattered when she was here
And this mind's growed accustomed to hearing her say "Good morning dear"?
Verse 1
[C]Were the nights any [/B]sweeter
Were the [C/A]mornings any [/G]cooler, when [F]she was here?[/E] [/D][/C]
Was the [G/B]mind ac[G]customed to [G/B]hearing "[G]Good m[C]orning Dear"?
Should I still feel all the sunshine
That remembering brings to my mind in thoughts of her?
When Lord, we both know things could never be the way they were
Her [D]little girl i[/D#]llusion
Builds a [D/B]walls of con[/A]fusion between [G]right and wro[/F#]ng [/E][/D]
They [A/C#]stand there bet[A]ween [A/C#]her and the [A]dreams that I've [D]cherished too long
All faded and tattered
But once all that mattered when she was here
And this mind's growed accustomed to hearing her say "Good morning dear"?
Verse 1
