The Days Of Being Young And Free
Amy MacdonaldVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
: 320033 or 320003
: 133211 or x33211
Listen to my heart as it beats for you
And it's telling you the things that I never could
And it's laying it down on the line for you
And the years are catching up, I can see it on your face
And the days of being young and free
Are left there with the memories that blow in the wind
And I can feel it coming when the Monday morning blues
They last all through the week, I feel it on Sunday too
And I can feel it coming when my knees feel weak
And I can not speak the truth
The days of being young, the days of being free
They're etched upon my face in every light that you see
The stories I could tell, the lies are told as well
What I wouldn't give to live it all again
The years are passing, every single day
Where did they go? Did you take them all away?
Now I'm older and brave
And the children, they all left
They fled their family nest
And now we're all alone
And the house don't feel like home anymore, anymore
And I can feel it coming when the Monday morning blues
They last all through the week, I feel it on Sunday too
And I can feel it coming when my knees feel weak
And I can not speak the truth
The days of being young, the days of being free
They're etched upon my face in every light that you see
The stories I could tell, the lies are told as well
What I wouldn't give to live it all again
And in my baby's eyes I lived it all again
The fear, the surprise, everything
In my baby's eyes I lived it all again
And I wouldn't change anything
In my baby's eyes I lived it all again
And I wouldn't change anything
End on
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Readable chord sheet for The Days Of Being Young And Free by Amy Macdonald
[G]: 320033 or 320003 [F]: 133211 or x33211 [C] L[C]isten to my heart as it beats for you And it's t[Am]elling you the things that I never could And it's l[Em]aying it down on the line for y[G]ou And the y[C]ears are catching up, I can see it on your face And the d[Am]ays of being young and free Are left there with the memories that b[Em]low in the w[G]ind And [F]I can feel it coming when the M[Am]onday morning blues They last all[Em] through the week, I feel it on[G] Sunday too And [F]I can feel it coming when my kn[Am]ees feel weak And I can[Em] not speak the tr[G]uth The days of being yo[C]ung, the days of being f[Am]ree They're etched upon my f[Em]ace in every light that you s[F]ee [G] The stories I could t[C]ell, the lies are told as w[Am]ell What I wouldn't g[Em]ive to l[F]ive it a[G]ll aga[C]in The ye[C]ars are passing, every single day W[Am]here did they go? Did you take them all away? Now I[Em]'m older and br[G]ave And the ch[C]ildren, they all left They fled their family nest And n[Am]ow we're all alone And the house don't feel like home anym[Em]ore, anymo[G]re And [F]I can feel it coming when the M[Am]onday morning blues They last all[Em] through the week, I feel it on[G] Sunday too And [F]I can feel it coming when my kn[Am]ees feel weak And I can[Em] not speak the tr[G]uth The days of being yo[C]ung, the days of being f[Am]ree They're etched upon my f[Em]ace in every light that you s[F]ee [G] The stories I could t[C]ell, the lies are told as w[Am]ell What I wouldn't g[Em]ive to l[F]ive it a[G]ll aga[C]in And in my b[F]aby's eyes I lived it [Am]all again The fe[C]ar, the surprise,[F] everyth[G]ing In my b[F]aby's eyes I lived it [Am]all again And I wouldn't ch[C]ange anyth[F]ing [G] In my b[F]aby's eyes I lived it [Am]all again And I wouldn't ch[C]ange anyth[F]ing [G] End on [C]