C5                   /B5 
Were the nights any sweeter
         C5          /G5           F5            /E5  /D5  /C5       
Were the mornings any cooler, when she was here?  
        G5    G5           G5      G5     C5
Was the mind accustomed to hearing "Good morning 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 

    D5            /Eb5  
Her little girl illusion
         D5         /A5             G5            /F#5  /E5  /D5       
Builds a walls of confusion between right and wrong  
     A5           A5    A5        A5                D5
They stand there between her and the dreams that I've 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"? 

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