No more cham (Bm7)pagne

and the (A)fire works are through.

Here we (D)are,

me and (A)you,

feel ing (Bm7)lost and feel ing blue.

It’s the end

of the (Bm7)par ty and the (A)morn ing seems so (C#m7)grey.

So un (D)like

yes ter (A)day.

Now’s the (Bm7)time for us to say...

Hap py New (A)Year.

Hap py New (C#7)Year.

May we all have a vi sion now and then, of a world where ev ’ry neigh bour is a (Bm)friend.

Hap py New (A)Year.

Hap py New (C#7)Year.

May we all have our hopes, our will to try.

If we don’t we might as well lay down and (Bm)die.

You and (Bm7)I.

(A)Seems Some times I (Bm7)see

how the (A)brave new world ar rives

and I (D)see how it (A)thrives

in the (Bm7)ash es of our lives.

It’s Oh, yes, man is a fool de cade and he (A)thinks he’ll be O.

K.

(C#m7)time, drag ging on, feet of clay, nev er (D)know ing he’s (A)a stray.

Keeps on (Bm7)go ing

a ny way.

Hap py New (A)Year.

Hap py New (C#7)Year.

May we all have a vi sion now and then, of a world where ev ’ry neigh bour is a (Bm)friend.

Hap py New (A)Year.

Hap py New (C#7)Year.

May we all have our hopes, our will to try.

If we don’t we might as well lay down and (Bm)die.

(Bm7)You

and (A5)I.

(A)Seems Some to me (Bm7)now

that the (A)dreams we had be fore

are all (D)dead.

No thing (A)more

than con (Bm7)fet ti on the floor.

It’s the end man is of a de cade In an (A)oth er ten years K.

(C#m7)time, who can say what we’ll find?

What lies (D)wait ing down (A)the line.

In the (Bm7)end of

eigh ty nine.

Hap py New (A)Year.

Hap py New (C#7)Year.

May we all have a vi sion now and then, of a world where ev ’ry neigh bour is a (Bm)friend.

Hap py New (A)Year.

Hap py New (C#7)Year.

May we all have our hopes, our will to try.

If we don’t we might as well lay down and (Bm)die.

(Bm7)You

and (A5)I.