Sinéad O'Connor - Something beautiful

^FI wanna make something beautiful ^Gfor You and from You To sh^Fow You, to show You I a- ^Gdore You, oh, You ^FAnd Your journey towards me ^Gwhich I see and I see ^FAll You push through, ^Gmad for You and because of You

^FI couldn't thank You in ten thousand years If I ^Gcried ten thousand rivers of tears Ah, but^F You know the soul and You know what makes it gold ^GYou who give life through blood Blood, ^Fblood, blood, blood, oh, blood, blood ^G

^FOh, I wanna make something so lovely for You ^G'Cause I promised that's what I'd do for You With the B^Fible I stole, I know You forgave my soul Because^G such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve And I^F think we're agreed that it should have been free ^GAnd You sang to me

They dress the w^Founds of My poor p^Feople as though they're ^Fnothing ^F Saying, p^Feace, ^Fpeace when there's no p^Geace They dress the w^Founds of My poor pe^Fople as though they're n^Fothing ^F Saying, p^Feace, peace,^F peace when there's no ^Fpeace ^F

Days without n^Fumber ^F Now can a br^Fide forget her ^Fjewels ^F or a maid her^F ornaments? ^F

Yet my ^Fpeople 'forgotten ^FMe ^F Days without ^Fnumber, ^F days without ^Fnumber ^F And in their ^Fwant, ^F Who'll ^Fdress their wounds? ^F F F (F F to the end) Who'll dress their wounds?