Verse chords: D G D Just a little to the left of the big front window G D A In the house where I was born and raised A D G D Up on the wall, all framed in golden D G D A A And sewn with love, hung a simple phrase. Chorus chords: ' D A D D "I cannot play, I cannot sing D G D But I can try like anything." D G Those little words spelled out their treasure G D A D And shone a light on the weary day. From Staines' book "If I Were a Word, I'd Be a Song."
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