We move too (Asus4)fast.

We miss so (A)much.

We sel dom (C#m7)see all the (Dmaj7)mir a cles in (G)front of us.

A warm em (Dmaj7)brace,

a hu man (Esus4)touch…

And so it (Asus4)goes.

I race a (Asus4)round,

search high and (C#m7)low for the (Dsus2)truth I used to (G)know

when there was (Dmaj7)mag ic

to be (Esus4)found.

’Cause find ing (D)Won der land is tak ing (A)time to see the child with (Bm7)in who’s al ways been there smil ing (Asus4)back at me.

So (A7)when I (D)close my eyes,

I just re (C#m7)mem ber (F#m7)and

I (Bm7)can’t help find ing (D)Won der land.

It’s not too late,

here in my prime.

Hearts can un (C#m7)break in the (D)sto ry’s nick of (G)time.

A hap py (Dmaj7)end ing,

a per fect (Esus4)rhyme.

’Cause find ing (D)Won der land

is find ing (A)who you are:

the child with in who’s al ways been there like a (G)shin ing star.

So when I (D)close my eyes,

I see for (C#m7)ev er (F#m7)and

I (Bm7)keep on find ing (D)Won der land.

(E)Or di nar y mag ic hap pens ev ’ry (A)sin gle (Asus2)day.

(E)Won der land is (D)nev er far a (Bm7)way.

’Cause (Dmaj7)find ing (D)Won der land

is go ing (A)home a gain

to feel the love an oth er gives and give it (G)back.

And then

if you should (Dmaj7)lose your way,

reach out for (C#m7)some one’s (F#m7)hand,

and (Bm7)you’ll be find ing (D)Won der land.

(Bm7)You’ll be find ing Won der (D)land.