| | | 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. |