(F)Were the nights any (Am)sweeter
The (Dm)mornings any (Am)cooler, when (Gm)she was here? (C7)(Gm)(C7)
Was the (Gm)mind ac-(C7)customed to (Gm)hearing her (C7)say 
"Good (F)morning Dear"? (Am)(Dm)(Am)

Should I (F)still feel the (Am)sunshine
(Dm)Remembering (Am)brings to mind in my (Gm)thoughts of her? (C7)(Gm)(C7)
When (Gm)Lord, we (C7)both know (Gm)things could 
(C7)never be the (F)way they were (Am)(Dm)(Am)

Her (F)little girl il-(Am)lusion
(Dm)Builds a wall of con-(Am)fusion between (Gm)right and wrong (C7)(Gm)(C7)
That (Gm)stand there (C7)between (Gm)her and a 
(C7)dream I'd (F)cherished too (Am)long (Dm)(Am)

All (F)faded and (Am)tattered
(Dm)Once all that (Am)mattered when (Gm)she was here (C7)(Gm)(C7)
Is the (Gm)mind ac-(C7)customed to (Gm)hearing her 
(C7)say "Good (F)morning dear"? (Am)(Dm)(Am)

(F)Were the nights any (Am)sweeter
The (Dm)mornings any (Am)cooler, when (Gm)she was here? (C7)(Gm)(C7)
Or has the (Gm)mind grown ac-(C7)customed to (Gm)hearing her 
(C7)say "Good (F)morning Dear"? (Am)(Dm)(Am)(F)