By: Fred Small
We have [A]cleared off the table, the l[G]eftovers s[D]aved,
Washed the d[A]ishes and p[G]ut them a[D]way
I have t[A]old you a story and tu[D]cked you in tight
At the e[G]nd of your k[C]nockabout d[A]ay
As the [D]moon sets its s[D7]ails to c[G]arry you to sl[D]eep
Ov[G]er the midnight s[A]ea
I will si[D]ng you a so[G]ng no one s[D]ang to [G]me
May it k[D]eep you good [A]compan[G]y.
CHORUS:
You can [D]be anyb[A]ody you w[G]ant to [A]be,
You can l[G]ove whome[A]ver you w[D]ill
You can t[D]ravel any c[A]ountry where yo[G]ur heart le[D]ads
And k[G]now I will lo[A]ve you st[D]ill
You can l[D]ive by your[D7]self, you can g[G]ather friends ar[A]ound,
You can ch[G]oose one special o[A]ne
And the o[D]nly m[A]easure of your wo[G]rds and your de[A]eds
Will be the lo[G]ve you leave beh[A]ind when you're do[D]ne.
There are gi[A]rls who grow up str[G]ong and bo[D]ld
There are bo[A]ys qu[G]iet and ki[D]nd
Some ra[A]ce on ahead, some fol[D]low behind
Some [G]go in their o[C]wn way and t[A]ime
Some wo[D]men love wo[D7]men, some m[G]en love m[D]en
Some raise c[G]hildren, some never [A]do
You can d[D]ream all the d[G]ay never r[D]eaching the e[G]nd
Of e[D]verything p[A]ossible for y[G]ou.
Don't be r[Bm]attled by names, by t[F#]aunts, by games
But [G]seek out spirits t[D]rue
If you [G]give your friends the b[F#]est part of yourself
They will g[G]ive the same back to y[A]ou.
[D] [D7] [G] [D]
[G] [A]
[D] [G] [D] [G]
[D] [A] [G]
CHORUS
We have [A]cleared off the table, the l[G]eftovers s[D]aved,
Washed the d[A]ishes and p[G]ut them a[D]way
I have t[A]old you a story and tu[D]cked you in tight
At the e[G]nd of your k[C]nockabout d[A]ay
As the [D]moon sets its s[D7]ails to c[G]arry you to sl[D]eep
Ov[G]er the midnight s[A]ea
I will si[D]ng you a so[G]ng no one s[D]ang to [G]me
May it k[D]eep you good [A]compan[G]y.
CHORUS:
You can [D]be anyb[A]ody you w[G]ant to [A]be,
You can l[G]ove whome[A]ver you w[D]ill
You can t[D]ravel any c[A]ountry where yo[G]ur heart le[D]ads
And k[G]now I will lo[A]ve you st[D]ill
You can l[D]ive by your[D7]self, you can g[G]ather friends ar[A]ound,
You can ch[G]oose one special o[A]ne
And the o[D]nly m[A]easure of your wo[G]rds and your de[A]eds
Will be the lo[G]ve you leave beh[A]ind when you're do[D]ne.
There are gi[A]rls who grow up str[G]ong and bo[D]ld
There are bo[A]ys qu[G]iet and ki[D]nd
Some ra[A]ce on ahead, some fol[D]low behind
Some [G]go in their o[C]wn way and t[A]ime
Some wo[D]men love wo[D7]men, some m[G]en love m[D]en
Some raise c[G]hildren, some never [A]do
You can d[D]ream all the d[G]ay never r[D]eaching the e[G]nd
Of e[D]verything p[A]ossible for y[G]ou.
Don't be r[Bm]attled by names, by t[F#]aunts, by games
But [G]seek out spirits t[D]rue
If you [G]give your friends the b[F#]est part of yourself
They will g[G]ive the same back to y[A]ou.
[D] [D7] [G] [D]
[G] [A]
[D] [G] [D] [G]
[D] [A] [G]
CHORUS