To Ev ’ry day

is so (Eb)won der ful, then sud den ly,

it’s hard to breathe.

Now and then I get in (Eb)emp se cure

from all the pain,

left feel so zle a shamed.

(B)done.

Ain’t that the way it is?

’Cause I am beau ti ful no (Fm)mat ter what they say.

(Eb)Words can’t (Eb)bring me down.

I am beau ti ful in (Fm)ev ’ry sin gle way.

Yes, (Eb)words can’t (Eb)bring me down, oh no.

So don’t you bring me down to day.

To all your friends

you’re de (Eb)lir i ous.

then So con sumed

in all your doom.

Try ing hard to fill the (Eb)emp ti ness.

The piec es gone,

left the puz zle a un (B)done.

Ain’t that the way it is?

’Cause You are beau ti ful no (Fm)mat ter what they say.

(Eb)Words can’t (Eb)bring you down.

You are beau ti ful in (Fm)ev ’ry sin gle way.

Yes, (Eb)words can’t (Eb)bring you down, oh no.

So don’t you bring me down to day.

So don’t you bring me down to day.

No mat ter what we do.

No mat ter what we say.

We’re the song in side the tune

full of beau ti ful mis takes.

And ev ’ry where we go

the sun will al ways shine.

And to mor row we might a wake on the oth er side.

So don’t you bring me down

to day.

Don’t you bring me down

to day,

yeah,

ooh.

Don’t you bring me down (CN.C.)um to (Eb)day.