There’s a pale (Gm)Sing win ter moon this in the (Bb)sky com ing (Ebmaj7)through (Eb6)my (Bb)win dow,

and the park is laid out (Cm)like a bed all be (Dm)low.

It’s a (Eb)cold, (F)dark (Gm)night, and my (Bb)heart melts (Bb)like the (Eb)snow,

and the bells of New York (Eb)Cit y (F)tell me (Gm9)not to go.

(Gm)Ooh.

Ooh.

It’s al (Gm)Sing ways me one this time of (Bb)year that my (Ebmaj7)thoughts (Eb6)un (Bb)do me

with the ghosts of man y (Cm)life times I all a (Dm)bout.

But from (Eb)these (F)mad (Gm)heights, I can (Bb)al ways (Bb)hear the (Eb)sound

of the bells of New York (Eb)Cit y (F)sing ing (Gm9)all a round.

(Gm)Ooh.

Ooh.

It’s al

(Cm6)“Stay

with me,

(Bbmaj9)stay

with me,

a (Cm)ref uge

from these (Bb)brok en dreams.

(Cm6)Wait

right here;

a (Bbmaj9)wake

with me

on (Cm)si lent snow filled (D)streets.”

of New York (Eb)Cit y (F)call ing (Eb)me to stay,

the bells of New York (Gm)Cit y

call ing (Gm9)me to stay.

(Gm)Ooh.

Ooh.

(Gm)Ooh.

Ooh.