^AmWoke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the ^Dfirst thing that I ^Amheard. Was a s^Gong outside my ^Dwindow, and the ^Emtraffic wrote the ^Dwords. It came ^Gringing up like ^DChristmas bells, and r^Gapping up like ^Apipes and drums. Oh, ^Amwon't you stay? We'll ^Dput on the day. And we'll ^Gwear it 'till the ^Dnight comes.

^AmWoke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the ^Dfirst thing that I ^Amsaw. Was the ^Gsun through yellow ^Dcurtains,and a ^Emrainbow on the ^Dwall. Blue, red, ^Ggreen and gold to ^Dwelcome you, crimson ^Gcrystal beads to ^Abeckon. Oh, ^Amwon't you stay? We'll ^Dput on the day, There's a ^Gsun show every ^Dsecond.

^GNow the curtain ^Dopens on a ^Emportrait of to^Dday, And the ^Gstreets are paved with ^Dpassersby And ^Gpigeons fly, and papers lie, waiting to blow a^Away.

^AmWoke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the ^Dfirst thing that I kn^Amew, There was mi^Glk and toast and ^Dhoney, and a ^Embowl of oranges, ^Dtoo, And the ^Gsun poured in like ^Dbutterscotch,and ^Gstuck to all my ^Asenses, Oh, w^Amon't you stay? we'll ^Dput on the day, And we'll ^Gtalk in present ^Dtenses.

^GWhen the curtain ^Dcloses, and the ^Emrainbow runs a^Dway. I will ^Gbring you incense ^Dowls by night, By ^Gcandlelight, by jewel-light, If only you will ^Astay, Pretty baby, won't you, ^AmWake up, it's a Chelsea morning.... ^D