– Moondance –
by Van Morrison, 1970

Em7 . . F#m . . {x4}
F#m . . . .Em7 . . . . .F#m . . . . Em7 {etc}
Well it's a marvellous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
to the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
. . . . . . . . . . . .Am7. Em7 {x3 lines}
You know the night's magic
Seems to whisper & hush
And all the soft moonlight
. . . . . . . . Am7. . . . . . B
Seems to shine in your blush....

. . . Em7. Am7 . . . Em7 . . . . . Am7
Can I just have one more moondance
. . . . Em7 . Am7 . Em7 . B7
With you,        my love?
. . . Em7. Am7 . . . . . Em7 . . . Am7
Can I just make some more romance
. . . . Em7 . Am7 . Em7 . B7
With you,        my love?

Well I wanna make love to you tonight
I can't wait till the morning has come
And I know now the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that you're never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true dear
There and then I will make you my own
And everytime I touch you
You just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me
That, you can't hide....

{Chorus then repeat 1st verse + chorus}
And This is my Beloved
from Kismet, 1953
Robert Wright and George Forrest,
music partly adapted from Alexander Borodin

C . . . . G
Dawn's promising skies
Dm . . . . . . . . . . G
Petals on a pool drifting
A7 . . . . . . . . . .Dm
Imagine these in one pair of eyes
F- . . . . . . . . . . .G4 . G
And this is my beloved

C . . . . . G
Strange spice from the south
Dm . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . G
Honey through the comb sifting
A7 . . . . . . . . . .Dm
Imagine these in one eager mouth
F . . . . . . . . . . . . E4 . E
And this is my beloved

G- . . . . . . . . . . Dm
And when s/he speaks
. . . . .G- . . . . .Dm
And when s/he talks to me
Bb . . . Bbj7
Music! Mystery!
D- . . . . . . . . . .Cm
And when s/he moves
. . . . .D- . . . . . Cm
And when s/he walks with me
C . . .. .Cj7 . . . . . . . . . . . .Am . C+
Paradise    comes suddenly near

C . . . . . . . . . . G
All that can stir All that can stun
Dm . . . . . . . . . . . . . . G
All that's for the heart's lifting
G-. . . . . . . . . . Dm7 . . . . . . . . C-
Imagine these in one perfect one
. . . . . . . . . . . . G47.G7
And this is my beloved
Dm7 . . . . F- . . .C
And this is my beloved
Camelot
Alan Jay Lerner & Frederick Loewe, 1960

. . D . . . . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . . D
A law was made a distant moon ago here:
. D . . . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . .D
July and August cannot be too hot.
. . . . . A . . . . . . . .B7 . . . . . . A
And there's a legal limit to the snow here
. . . D
In Camelot.
. . . . D . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . D
The winter is forbidden till December
. . . . D . . . . . . . . . . .G . . . . . . . . . D
And exits March the second on the dot.
. . . A . . . . . . . . . .B7 . . . . . . . . . . . .A
By order, summer lingers through September
F . . . .F# . . .
In Camelot.

B
Camelot! Camelot!
. . . . . . . . F# . . . . . . . . .B . . F# . B
I know it sounds a bit bizarre,
. . . . . . D
But in Camelot, Camelot
. . . . . .G . . . . . . . . . .A . . G . A
That's how conditions are.
. . . . D . . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . .D
The rain may never fall till after sundown.
. . . . D . . . . . . . . . . .G . . . . . . . . . .D
By eight, the morning fog must disappear.
. . . A . . . . . . , A7 . . .Bm
In short, there's simply not
. . F# . . . . F#7 . .Bm
A more congenial spot
. . . . G . . . . . . . . A7 . . . . . . . D
For happily-ever-aftering than here
. . .A7 . .D
In Camelot.

[chords as above]
Camelot! Camelot!
I know it gives a person pause,
But in Camelot, Camelot
Those are the legal laws.
The snow may never slush upon the hillside.
By nine p.m. the moonlight must appear.
In short, there's simply not
[end as above]