Emiliana Torrini - The boy who giggled so sweet

He ^Dmcame with the breeze, she told ^Dmeveryone, in the ^Dmcold she would hold him and ^Dmsing a song, Sweet little ^GmAnna, singing her sad, ^Dmsad song, To her ^Cbeautiful ^Amboy that ^Dmgiggled so sweet.

The ^Dmdays went by until ^Dmone little night, With this ^Dmone little moon hanging ^Dmin it's black, Sweet little ^GmAnna, whispered her goodnight ^Dmsong, In the ^Cear of the ^Amboy who ^Dmgiggled so sweet.

"My ^Dmbaby, my ^Dm/Cbeauty, my ^Dm/Bbboy, my ^Dm/Ababy, ^GmWhat is your favorite s^Aong of all songs? Sweet ^Dmbaby, my ^Dm/Clove, my ^Dm/Bbdarling, my ^Dm/Ababy, For^Gmever your rosy lips ^Awon't turn blue.

I ^Dmwon't let nights ^Dm/Churt you, I ^Dm/Bbwon't let them ^Dm/Atake you, ^GmTake my hand and we'll ^Arun up that tree. I ^Fwon't let days ^F/Ehurt you, I ^Dmwont let them break you, If ^Bbso my little heart will ^Adie, If ^Bbso my tears will freeze and turn ^Agrey."

He just ^Dmstared in her hardworking ^Dmarms, His ^Dmrosy little lips had turned ^Dmblue, Sweet little ^GmAnna, chanted her good^Dmnight song, For her ^Cbeautiful ^Aboy that ^Dmgiggled so sweet.

"My ^Dmbaby, my ^Dm/Cbeauty, my ^Dm/Bbboy, my ^Dm/Ababy, ^GmWhat is your favorite s^Aong of all songs? Sweet ^Dmbaby, my ^Dm/Clove, my ^Dm/Bbdarling, my ^Dm/Ababy, For^Gmever your rosy lips ^Awon't turn blue.

They ^Gmtook the boy who giggled so ^Asweet, Frozen grey ^Gmtears glanced on her ^Fcheek, And the ^Gmgoodnight song, she never stopped ^Asinging, ^GmDanced from her lips, down the dark grey ^Astreet.

"My ^Dmbaby, my ^Dm/Cbeauty, my ^Bbboy, my ^Dm/Ababy, ^GmWhat is your favorite s^Aong of all songs? Sweet ^Dmbaby, my ^Dm/Clove, my ^Bbdarling, my ^Dm/Ababy, For^Gmever your rosy lips ^Awon't turn blue.

I ^Dmwon't let nights ^Dm/Churt you, I ^Bbwon't let them ^Dm/Atake you, ^GmTake my hand and we'll ^Arun up that tree. I ^Fwon't let days ^F/Ehurt you, I ^Dmwont let them break you, If ^Bbso my little heart will ^Adie, If ^Bbso my tears will freeze and turn ^Agrey."