| Em7 | A7 | D | A7 | |
| - | - | - |
| D | A | F#m | G | |
| Its | funny how you | sound as if youre | right next |
| door |
| D | Bm | Em | A7 | |
| When you?re | really half a | world away | - |
| D | A | F#m | G | |
| I | just can?t seem to | find the words I?m | looking |
| for |
| D | Bm | Em | A7 | |
| To | say the things that | I need to say | - |
| D | A | F#m | G | |
| I | can?t remember | when I felt so | close to | you |
| D | Bm | Em | A7 | |
| It?s | almost more than | I can bear | - |
| D | A | F#m | G | |
| Though I seem a | half a million | miles from | you |
| D | Bm | Em | A7 | |
| You are | in my heart and | living there | - |
| D | G | D | Bm | |
| And the | moon and the | stars are the same | ones you |
| see |
| Em | A7 | D | A7 | |
| It?s the | same old sun up | in the | sky |
| D | G | D | Bm | |
| And your | voice in my | ear is like heav | en to | me |
| Em | A7 | D | |
| Like the | breezes here in | old Shanghai |
| Em | F#m | G | A7 | |
| - | - | - |
| D | A | F#m | G | |
| There are | lovers who walk | hand in hand | in the | park |
| D | Bm | Em | A7 | |
| And | lovers who walk | all alone | - |
| D | A | F#m | G | |
| There are | lovers who lie | unafriad | in the | dark |
| D | Bm | Em | A7 | |
| And | lovers who | long for | home |
| D | A | F#m | G | |
| I | couldn?t leave you | even if I | wanted | to |
| D | Bm | Em | A7 | |
| You?re | in my dreams and | always near | - |
| D | A | F#m | G | |
| And es | pecially when I | sing the songs I | wrote for |
| you |
| D | Bm | Em | A7 | |
| You are | in my heart and | living there | - |
| D | G | D | Bm | |
| And the | moon and the | starts are the same | ones you |
| see |
| Em | A7 | D | A7 | |
| It?s the | same old sun up | in the | sky |
| D | G | D | Bm | |
| And your | face in my | dreams is like heav | en to | me |
| Em | A7 | D | |
| Like the | breezes here in | old Shanghai |
| Em | F#m | Bm | |
| Shanghai breezes | cool and clear | ing |
| G | A7 | D | |
| Evenings sweet | caress |
| Em | F#m | D | |
| Shanghai breezes | soft and gen | tle |
| G | Em | A7 | |
| Re | minds me of | your tender | ness |
| D | G | D | Bm | |
| ||: And the | moon and the | stars are the same | ones you |
| see |
| Em | A7 | D | A7 | |
| It?s the | same old sun up | in the sky | - |
| D | G | D | Bm | |
| And your | love in my | life is like heav | en to | me |
| Em | A7 | D | A7 | |
| Like the | breezes here in | old Shanghai | - | :|| |
| D | Em | A7 | D | |
| Just like the | breezes here in | old Shang | hai |
| I hope you enjoyed it. |
| I have a wide variety of popular artist and |
| venues for audio tape trading. Contact me at |
| < ltwu46B@prodigy.com > and I will e-mail |
| my list to you. |
| Ken Reynolds |