Van Morrison - Call me up in dreamland

Well, I ^Ctried, and I ^G7tried, But the ^Friver seems so ^Cwide. And my ^Fhead ^G7hurts and my hands are ^Ctied.

And it's ^Cso... ^G7hard, When you're ^Fstanding on the ^Cyard, Every ^Ftime that your ^G7number comes a-^Cround.

Call me up in ^CDreamland, radio to ^Fme man. Get the message ^Cto me, anyway you ^G7can. Well, let your river ^Croll, a-way down in your ^Fsoul, Never to grow ^Cold... ^G7on the saxo-^Fphone.^C

From the ^Cairport, to the ^G7plane, A-^Fway to the railroad ^Ctrains. Why can't we ^Ftake it from the ^G7top, And start all ^Cover again?

Everytime you ^Chear that whistle ^G7blow, You ^Fknow you gotta ^Cput on your show; Every ^Ftime your ^G7number comes a-^Cround.

Call me up in ^CDreamland, radio to ^Fme man. Get the message ^Cto me, anyway you ^G7can. Well, let your river ^Croll, a-way down in your ^Fsoul, Never to grow ^Cold... ^G7on the saxo-^Fphone.^C

From the ^Ccar, to the ^G7bar; Or ^Fwhy don't you pour it in a ^Cjar? An put a ^Flabel on it, And ^G7send it off to the lost and ^Cfound.

You've gotta ^Cget it in your ^G7brain, But be-^Ffore you go in-^Csane; Every ^Ftime your ^G7number comes a-^Cround. (Here it comes);

Call me up in ^CDreamland, radio to ^Fme man. Get the message ^Cto me, anyway you ^G7can. Well, let your river ^Croll, a-way down in your ^Fsoul, Never to grow ^Cold... ^G7on the saxo-^Fphone.^C

Never to grow ^Cold... ^G7on the saxo-^Fphone.^C Never to grow ^Cold... ^G7on the saxo-^Fpho...^Cne. ^C7 (Lord have mercy!)