| C | F | |
| I must have known that it ex | isted |
| C | Dm7 | |
| but I c | ouldn't quite conci | eve it - |
| C | F | Dm7 | G | |
| I was a | lways the lo | ser in af | fairs of the he | art. |
| C | Dm7 | C | |
| Well you kn | ow how when you f | ind something that you w | ant, |
| Dm7 | |
| you don't bel | ieve it. |
| A7 | Dm | G | C | |
| No you c | an't quite beli | eve it when the g | ood times s | tart. |
| E7 | Am | F | C | |
| I us | ed to think of l | ove as just a drea | m that dissa | ppears. |
| Dm7 | C | Dm7 | F | G | |
| But you've ta | ught me more toni | ght than I have lea | rned in all those y | ears. |
| Chorus: |
| C | G | C | |
| As long as | the moon can | keep on shining |
| F | G | C | Am | |
| and the s | un keeps ha | nging in the s | ky. |
| Dm7 | G | C | Am | Dm7 | G | |
| No-one can t | ake what fl | ows be | tween us - | no-one alive. |
| C | G | C | F | G | E7 | Am | |
| As l | ong as the m | oon can keep on s | hining, and the y | ears keep r | olling slowly | by, |
| Dm7 | C | Am | Dm7 | C | |
| y | ou'll be a friend of m | ine, | as l | ong as the moon can s | hine. |
| Some people search for people and some people search for freedom. |
| And some search for nothing, but the thrill of the chase. |
| Well, you know sometimes you search for things just to find that you don't need them. |
| Or you search for the right things in the wrong kind of place. |
| I used to think of love as just a promise people make |
| or a game that people play or just a risk that people take... (But) |
| Chorus |
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| This is my (transposed) version of the song by Mike Batt |
| Send any suggestions/corrections to 9218653@firga.sun.ac.za |
| Danie Marais |