The sto ry of my (C)life

is ver y plain to (F)read.

It starts the day you (G)came

and ends the day you (C)leave.

It’s The the sto ry of my (C)life

be gins and ends with (F)you.

The names are still the (G)same,

and the sto ry’s still the (C)truth.

(Am)I was a lone.

You found me wait ing and made me your own.

And (Am)I was a fraid

that some how a I nev er could (G)be

the (F6)man that you want ed of (G7)me.

You’re the sto ry of my (C)life,

and ev ’ry word is (F)true.

Each chap ter sings your (G)name;

each page be gins with (C)you.

It’s The the sto ry of our (C)times

and nev er let ting (F)go.

And if I die to (G)day,

and I want ed you to (C)know.

(Am)Stay with me here.

Share with me; care with me; stay and be near.

And (Am)when it be gan,

that I’d lie a wake nev ev ’ry (G)night,

just (F6)know ing some how deep in (G7)me.

You’re the sto ry of my (G)side

that (F6)our af fair just might (G)write

the sto ry of my (C)life,

so ver y plain to (F)read.

It starts the day you (G)came

and ends the day you (C)leave.