Paul Weller - White horses

^Dm7 Why be the ^Fbully now in m^C/Gy dreams? ^Dm7 Whenever li^Ffe falls on m^C/Ge ^Dm7 Let's play the w^Fay we were, my ^C/Glove ^Dm7 If there's ano^Fther life to ^C/Gsow

You're still my ^Dmlittle girl And my s^Dsus2pecial boy To^Dmday ^G#we ^Ghope to ^Bbsing ^F

^Dm7 Where does the ^Fwillow learn to ^C/Ggrow? ^Dm7 Gift all the tr^Feasures you b^C/Gefall.

Hey, l^Dmet it go In love's ^Dsus2special hold To ^Dmdream is t^G#o L^Get us see th^Bbrough it all ^F

White h^Dm7orses are t^Bbaking me ho^Fme Our lo^Dm7ve is too f^Bbaithful to l^Fose Our b^Dm7aby, our b^Bbaby is gro^Fwing Time f^Dm7lies and it's l^Bbonely al^Fone

Hey, you lit^Dmtle bird With your s^Dsus2pecial call K^Dmnow we l^G#eave Ev^Gerything to ^Bbyou ^F

^Dm7 My father t^Fold me how to^C/G be ^Dm7 Give all the tr^Feasures left a^C/Gway

White h^Dm7orses are ta^Bbking me h^Fome Aw, w^Dm7ild as the w^Bbind that does b^Flow White h^Dm7orses are ta^Bbking me ho^Fme Time f^Dm7lies and it's ^Bblonely al^Fone White ^Dm7horses are t^Bbaking me h^Fome Don't ^Dm7lay at night Don't l^Bbay at night a^Flone White h^Dm7orses are ta^Bbking me ^Fhome ^Dm7Wild as the ^Bbwind that does ^Fblow