Tom: F
Verso:
C G
Ive been living in this month of Sundays
C F
for so long I dont remember Saturday night.
C
Broken records dont play new tunes
G
except for once in a blue moon.
F G C
And Ive looked but the moon is still white.
Verso:
C G
And Ive been summoned to the summit of Sundays
C F
someone somewhere may do something with his life.
C
A smokers lungs dont blow balloons
G
except for once in a blue moon.
F G C
And Ive looked but the moon is still white.
F C
Rusty guns fire rusty shots, leopards never change their spots,
C
fireworks always fade too soon.
F Am
Empty words dont mean a lot and from me thats all youve got.
G
But I swear to you darling one day well stand beneath a blue moon.
Verso:
C G
Ive been living in this month of Sundays,
C F
and I forget what Monday morning feels like.
C G
Blushing brides and handsome grooms deep in debt from honeymoons
F G C
Stare above but the moon is still white.
C G
Ive wandered into wondering if one day,
C F
when the war is won, and one finally made two
C G
When we think not of what weve not, and think only of what weve got
F G C
And we go dancing underneath the blue moon.
Verso:
F C
All black kettles and black pots seem to fight an awful lot,
C
and make the kitchen the most uncomfortable of rooms
F Am
Empty words dont mean a lot, but from me thats all youve got.
G
I swear to you darling one day well stand beneath a blue moon.
Ponte:
Am C F
Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh.
Verso:
C G
So Ive been living in this month of Sundays
C F
and I dont know it, this month may be through.
C G
So will you tell me that youll wait for as long as it may take
F G C
And I swear darling Ill show you a blue moon
F G C
Oh my darling Ill show you a blue moon.
