My Dm joy’s like spring so warm
It C makes flowers C bloom
All F over the Bb earth
My Dm pain’s like a river of tears
So Gm vast it C fills the Bb four o-Dm ceans
Please F call me by my C true names
So I can A hear all my cries
and Dm laughter at once
Bb So I can C hear that my Am joy
and pain are Dm one
Please F call me by my C true names
So that A I can wake Dm up
And the Bb door of my C heart
Could be Am left o-Dm pen.