China Roses Enya # #Intro: F C F C F # # Who can t[C]ell me if [Dm]we have h[Bb]eaven, [F]Who can s[C]ay the way it s[Bb]hould be; [C] [F]Moonlight h[C]olly, the S[Dm]appho C[Bb]omet, [F]Angel's t[C]ears below a t[F]ree. Dm Am C F Dm Bb C (repeat) You talk of the break of morning As you view the new aurora, Cloud in crimson, the key of heaven, One love carved in acajou. One told me of China Roses, One a thousand nights and one night, Earth's last picture, the end of evening Hue of indigo (chordiearchive.chordie.com)