Chris de Burgh - Greater love

H^Amere he lies bef^Core me, My fr^Fiend for many ye^Cars, He s^Dmaved me from the w^Amater, Now I'm dr^Dmowning in my t^Gears, Gr^Amief is but a p^Eoor word for ^Feverything I f^Ceel, There can b^Dme n^Emo gr^Feater l^Gove,

H^Ame was there to g^Cuide me through the f^Follies of my ^Cage, ^DmAlways there bes^Amide me, everyth^Dming forg^Gave, H^Ameld me as a f^Eather, sh^Fowing me the w^Cay, There can b^Dme n^Emo gr^Feater l^Gove,

N^Emo fear did he have before the st^Form, The f^Emate of others was his only th^Fought, And th^Bbough it was the way to certain d^Farkness, To s^Gmave my life he g^Aave his own^Bm, ^{F#m G D E Bm Em A Bm F#m G D}

For my l^Emife h^F#me ga^Gve his o^Awn, And these w^Emords ^F#mare wr^Git in st^Aone, where he l^Dies,

&qu^Aot;Grea^Dter love hath no man th^F#man t^Bmhis, That a m^Gan lay down his l^Emife for his fr^Aiend,"

&qu^Aot;Grea^Dter love hath no man th^F#man t^Bmhis, That a m^Eman lay down his l^Aife for his fr^Diend,&q^Auo^Dt;^{F#m Bm Em A}

&qu^Aot;Grea^Dter love hath no man th^F#man t^Bmhis, That a m^Gan lay down his l^Aife for his fr^Diend."