Back when I was a child,

be fore life re moved all the (F)in no cence,

my fa ther would lift me high

and dance with my moth er and (F)me and then spin me a round till I fell a sleep,

then up the stairs he would car ry me.

And I knew for sure

I was loved.

If (Bb)I could get

an (F)oth er chance,

an (Gm)oth er walk,

an (Eb)oth er dance with him, I’d play a song that would nev er, ev er end.

How I’d love, love, love

to (Fsus)dance with my (F)fa ther a gain.

When (Bb)I and my moth er would dis a gree,

to get my way I would run from (F)her to him.

He’d make me laugh just to com (F)fort me, yeah, yeah, then fi nal ly make me do just what (F)my ma ma said.

Lat er that night when I was a sleep,

he left a dol lar un der my sheet.

Nev er dreamed that he would be gone from me.

If

Some times I’d lis ten out side her door

and I’d hear how my moth er cried for him.

I pray for her e ven more than me.

I pray for her e ven more than me.

I (C)know I’m pray ing for (G)much too much,

but (Am9)could you send back the (F)on ly man she loved?

I know you don’t do it u su al ly but, dear Lord, she’s dy ing to (G9sus)dance with my (G)fa ther

a gain.

(Fm6)Ev ’ry night I fall a sleep and this is all I ev er dream.