Nick

[D]Everyone who k[A]nows her says s[G]he brings them j[A]oy.
[D]Some of them have [A]known her for [G]years[A],
[G]But not everyone knows about h[D]er favorite b[A]oy,
[G]Not everyone knows of her [D]te[A]ar[G]s.

[A]Frozen lake, naked maple afternoon [G]moon,
[A]Robin sings ?spring coming s[G]oon,?
[A]She remembers him she yearns and turns the photo album p[G]age.
Emotions stirring vision blurring she [D]stares across the [A]lake and cries

[D]Nick, are there any arms where [A]you are?
[G]Any arms to hold you as c[D]lose as mine [A]would.
[D]Nick, are there any arms where y[A]ou are?
[G]Any arms as o[A]pen as m[D]ine.

[D]If you watch her r[A]un she?ll be k[G]eeping her s[A]tride,
[D]Holding hers[A]elf like a [G]champio[A]n,
[G]So you might not see what she?s k[D]eeping in[A]side,
[G]She?s holding on to her [D]pre[A]cious [G]son.

[A]Family, tragedy, nine years a[G]go,
[A]Nick not quite four months [G]old.
[A]Sudden death lack of breath no one knows w[G]hy.
She thinks of him every single day and on [D]certain days she?ll [A]cry?

[D]Nick, could there be a heart where [A]you are,
[G]Like the heart that keeps pumping your [D]name though my [A]veins?
[D]Nick, could there be a heart where y[A]ou are,
[G]Could there be a heart that is b[A]roken as m[D]ine?

[D]Nick, you a[A]re my morning [G]star. [A]
[D]I long for u[A]s to embr[G]ace.   [A]
[D]And I think[A] I know where you [G]are.  [A]
[D]My son, now y[A]ou save us a p[G]lace.  [A]
[D]Oh, my son, now [A]you save us a p[G]lace right next to y[A]ou
[G]And we?ll join again in the [A]arms o[D]f God.    [A]          [G]
[A]Oh my Nichol[D]as.