To Ev ’ry day

is so (Eb7)won der ful,

then sud den (Cm)ly

it’s hard to (B)breathe.

Now and then to I get (Eb7)in se cure

from all the (Cm)pain,

I’m so puz a (B)shamed.

done, is thst the way it is?

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

(Eb7)Words can’t bring me down.

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

Yes, (Eb7)words can’t bring me down.

Oh, no.

So don’t you bring me down to (Eb)day.

To all your friends

you’re de (Eb7)li ri ous,

then so con (Cm)sumed

in all your (B)doom.

Try ing hard to fill the (Eb7)emp ti ness,

the piec es (Cm)gone,

left the puz zle (B)un done, is thst the way it is?

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

(Eb7)Words can’t bring you down.

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

Yes, (Eb7)words can’t bring you down.

Oh, no.

So don’t you bring me down to (Eb)day.

(Eb)-

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,

but to mor row we might a wake,

on the oth er side.

(Eb)-

Don’t you bring me down to-day.