| | A | | | E | | | G | | | D | | |
| | Dm | | | A | | | B7 D/E | | | A | | |
A | E | ||
When the rain is blowing | in | your face. |
G | D | ||
And the whole world is | on | your case, |
Dm | A | ||
I could offer you a | warm | embrace |
B7 | D/E | A | ||
to make you | feel | my | love. |
A | E | ||
When the evening shadows and the | stars | appear |
G | D | ||
and there is no one there to | dry | your tears, |
Dm | A | ||
I could hold you for a | mill | ion years |
B7 | D/E | A | ||
to make you | feel | my | love. |
D | A | ||
I know you haven’t made your | mind | up yet, |
Faug | D | A | ||
but I would | nev | er do you | wrong. |
D | A | ||
I’ve known it from the moment | that | we met, |
B7 | E7 | |
no doubt in my mind where you be | long. |
A | E | ||
I’d go hungry, I’d go | black | and blue, |
G | D | ||
I’d go crawling down the | a | venue. |
Dm | A | ||
No, there’s nothing that I | woul | dn’t do |
B7 | D/E | A | ||
to make you | feel | my | love. |
| | A | | | E | | | G | | | D | | |
| | Dm | | | A | | | B7 D/E | | | A | | |
D | A | ||
The storms are raging on the | roll | ing sea |
Faug | D | A | ||
and on the | high | way of re | gret. |
D | A | ||
Though winds of change are blowing | wild | and free, |
B7 | E7 | |
you ain’t seen nothing like me | yet. |
A | |
I could make you happy, |
E | ||
make your | dreams | come true, |
G | D | ||
nothing that I | woul | dn’t do. |
Dm | A | ||
Go to ends of the | ear | th for you |
B7 | D/E | A | ||
to make you | feel | my | love. |
B7 | D/E | A | ||
To make you | feel | my | love. |