Capo 6
You be a mystery and i will uncover the truth
You be the chorus and Ill be the verse to go through
you be the dynamite blasting away at the walls we take apart
you be Dave Livingstone, ill be his African heart
you be my walker and stay with me as i grow frail
you be the wind and direct me when i lose the sail
you be the resonance pulsing through every nerve that fails my knees
You be John Lennon, and Ill be the world that he see s
Chorus:
sweet midsummer nights
with you in my life
with you in my life
You be a flask and ill be the comfort you hold
You can be stranded and ill bring you in from the cold
You be the ambulance racing me back to that old familiar door
You be Theresa, and ill be your hands to the poor
You be a train track, and ill never leave you for long
you be new land, and ill plot my home in your arms
You be the coffee that brings me to life in the early winter blue
You be my lady and Ill be your man, through and through.
You be my lady and ill be your man through and through.
