written by Kenny Loggins and Dona Lyn George
recorded on the Motherlode album in 1975
slowly
Her [Emaj7]lovin' [Dmaj7] is a wonderful [Emaj7]thing.[Dmaj7][B11]
Her [Emaj7]lovin' [Dmaj7]brings new life into s[Emaj7]pring.
Dmaj7 B11 (begin moderate tempo) Emaj9 Amaj7 Emaj9 Amaj7
When the [Emaj9]night is black and the [Amaj7]northern crown crosses the [Emaj9]sky,
[Dmaj9]won't you [Emaj9]take me back to where the [Amaj7]moon makes the phosphorus [Emaj9]shine?[Dmaj9]
And in that [F#m7]light there's [Abm7]nothing that's imp[A]ossible;
ev'ry [C#m7]man is a [B]master of t[A]ime.
[F#m7]Then will [Abm7]I beg[C#m7]in to [F#7]master mine?[B13]
And she m[Emaj9]ellows me in the [Amaj7]sun and the sea every [Emaj9]day,[Dmaj9]
and her [Emaj9]trade winds are blowin' me [Amaj7]further and further a[Emaj9]way.[Dmaj9]
And in that [F#m7]magic [Abm7]everything is p[A]ossible;
I'm the [C#m7]king of every m[B]ountain I c[A]limb.
[F#m7]Here I [Abm7]know I'm [C#m7]near my [F#m7]space in [B11]time.
When every [Amaj7]day bec[Abm7]omes an [F#m7]endle[B11]ss r[Emaj7]ace
Then you must [Amaj7]take your [Abm7]time;
it's ti[G]me to s[F#m9]pace.
Her [Emaj9]lovin' [Dmaj9] is a wonderful [Emaj9]thing.[Amaj7]
Her l[Abm7]ovin'[Dmaj9] brings new life into [Emaj9]spring.[Dmaj9]
And [F#m7]when in my sur[Abm7]render I'll enter ag[Am7]ain and be born[C#m]
on the first rays of the mor[F#m9]ning [B11] as the sun of the [Am7]dawn.[D9]
f#m11 Abm7 Am/B
recorded on the Motherlode album in 1975
slowly
Her [Emaj7]lovin' [Dmaj7] is a wonderful [Emaj7]thing.[Dmaj7][B11]
Her [Emaj7]lovin' [Dmaj7]brings new life into s[Emaj7]pring.
Dmaj7 B11 (begin moderate tempo) Emaj9 Amaj7 Emaj9 Amaj7
When the [Emaj9]night is black and the [Amaj7]northern crown crosses the [Emaj9]sky,
[Dmaj9]won't you [Emaj9]take me back to where the [Amaj7]moon makes the phosphorus [Emaj9]shine?[Dmaj9]
And in that [F#m7]light there's [Abm7]nothing that's imp[A]ossible;
ev'ry [C#m7]man is a [B]master of t[A]ime.
[F#m7]Then will [Abm7]I beg[C#m7]in to [F#7]master mine?[B13]
And she m[Emaj9]ellows me in the [Amaj7]sun and the sea every [Emaj9]day,[Dmaj9]
and her [Emaj9]trade winds are blowin' me [Amaj7]further and further a[Emaj9]way.[Dmaj9]
And in that [F#m7]magic [Abm7]everything is p[A]ossible;
I'm the [C#m7]king of every m[B]ountain I c[A]limb.
[F#m7]Here I [Abm7]know I'm [C#m7]near my [F#m7]space in [B11]time.
When every [Amaj7]day bec[Abm7]omes an [F#m7]endle[B11]ss r[Emaj7]ace
Then you must [Amaj7]take your [Abm7]time;
it's ti[G]me to s[F#m9]pace.
Her [Emaj9]lovin' [Dmaj9] is a wonderful [Emaj9]thing.[Amaj7]
Her l[Abm7]ovin'[Dmaj9] brings new life into [Emaj9]spring.[Dmaj9]
And [F#m7]when in my sur[Abm7]render I'll enter ag[Am7]ain and be born[C#m]
on the first rays of the mor[F#m9]ning [B11] as the sun of the [Am7]dawn.[D9]
f#m11 Abm7 Am/B
