Do (F)you re (C)mem ber (Dm)me?

I sat up (C)on your (Bb)knee.

I wrote to (F)you with (Gm7)child hood fan ta (Csus)sies.

(C)Well, (F)I’m all (C)grown up (Dm)now,

and still need (Am)help some (Bb)how.

I’m not a (F)child, but (Gm7)my heart still can (Csus)dream.

(C)So (F)here’s my (C)life long (Dm)wish,

my grown up (Am)Christ mas (Bb)list.

Not for my (F)self, but (Gm7)for a world in (Csus)need.

(D)No more (Bm)lives torn a (G)part,

that (A)wars would ne ver (F#m)start,

and (Bm)time would heal all (G)hearts.

Ev ’ry (Bm)one would have a (G)friend,

that (A)right would al ways (F#m)win,

and (Bm)love would ne ver end.

This is my (A7)grown up Christ mas (D)list.

What is this il lu sion called?

The in no cence of youth.

May be (Bm)on ly in that (E7)blind be lief can we (A)ev er find the (C#sus4)truth.

(A7)There’d be (F#m)list.

This is my (C#)on ly life long (F#m)wish.

This (Em)is my grown up (A7)Christ mas

(D)list.

(A7)Mm, mm,

(D)mm.