Tom: C
Introdução: C
F
Dm7
C
F
Dm
G
C
F
Each Sunday morning's the same as the one before
Dm
C
That's something that means more and more
G
F
C
To me, as the years turn into rituals
G
F
C
F
Dm
G
To me - I like the peace, the peace that at home can bring
C
F
The grey skies of London could tell a tale or two
Dm
C
And maybe some are true
G
F
C
While some are fables from forgotten times
G
F
C
Am
While some - are dreams snatched from thin air
G
Am
What are these stories?
G
Am
But travellers tales
G
F
While the household lies sleeping
Am
I'll set my sails
G
Am
Tales of adventure
D
F
Fortune and fame
C
G
Heartache and romance
Of pride and of shame
C
F
Time waits for no man, no man can turn back time
Dm
C
I'm guilty of the crime of trying
G
F
C
To hold onto days so long gone now
G
F
C
To hold - onto love that has now flown
C
F
Dm
C
F
Dm
C
F
Dm
C
F
Dm
C
F
Each Sunday morning's the same as the one before