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."