– Smoke Gets in Your Eyes –
m Jerome Kern w Otto Harbach,
from the 1933 musical Roberta

. A . . A+ . . . . . . . . . .Bm7
They asked me how I knew
E7 . . . . . . . . . . . A . . A+ . . D
My true love was true;
Dm6 . . . . . . . . . .Aj
  I   of course replied,
F#m . . . . . . . . . . .E7
"Something here inside
E7 . . . . . . . . .A . F#m . D . E7
Cannot be denied."

They said, "Someday you'll find
All who love are blind.
When your heart's on fire,
You must re-al-ize
E7 . . . . . . . . . . . . . A . Dm6 . A . C7
Smoke gets in your eyes."

{Bridge:}
C7 . . F . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Am7
So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed
Am7 . . . . . . . . . . . . C . .C- . C . C7
To think they could doubt my love
C7 . . . F . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Am7
Yet today my love has flown away,
A4 . . . . .A .A+ .Bm7 . E7
I am without my  love.

Now laughing friends deride
Tears I cannot hide;
So   I smile and say,
"When a lovely flame dies,
E7 . . . . . . . . . . . . . A . . Dm6 . A
Smoke gets in your eyes."

{Coda:}
Bm7 . . D . . Dj . .Dm6 . . A
Smoke gets   in     your    eyes.

– You'll Never Walk Alone –
Rogers and Hammerstein,
from Carousel, 1945

. . . . . . . . . A
When you walk through the storm,
. . . . . . . . . E
Hold your head up high,
. . . . . D . . . . . .A . . . . . . .E
And don't be afraid of the dark;
. . . . . Bm . . . . . . G . . . . . .D
At the end of the storm is a golden sky,
. . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . D . . . . . A
And the sweet silver song of a lark.

. . . . . D . . . . . . . . . . F-
Walk on through the wind,
. . . . . A . . . . . . . . .Bm7f
Walk on through the rain,
. . . . . . . . . . . .A . . . . . C#m . . . . . .D . .E
Though your dreams be tossed and blown,
. . . . . A . . . . . A+ . . . . D . . . . . . . .B7
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
. . . . . . . . A . . . . . A+ . . . . Dj . . E
And you'll nev - er walk  a - lone,
. . . . . .A . .A+ .D . .E7 . A
You'll nev - er walk   a - lone.
{repeat last three lines}

 

Sometimes When We Touch
w Dan Hill, m Barry Mann, 1977
rec by Cleo Laine & James Galway

. . . . C . . . . . . . F . . . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . . . C
You ask me if I love you and I choke on my reply
. . Em . . . . . . . . . Am . . . . . . . . . . .D . . . . . . . . . G
I'd rather hurt you honestly than mislead you with a lie
. . . . .F . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . C . . . . . Em . . Am
And who am I to judge you on what you say or do?
. . . F . . . . . . . . C . . . . . D . . . . . . . G
I'm only just beginning to see the real you

{chorus:}
. . . . . C . . . . . . . . . . . . . . F . . . . . .G . . . . . . . . Em
And sometimes when we touch, the honesty's too much
. . . . Am . . . . . . . . . . . D . . . . . G
and I have to close my eyes and hide
. . . . . . . C . . . . . . . . .F . . . . . . .G . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Em
I wanna hold you till I die, till we both break down and cry
. . . . . . . . F . . . . . . . . . .Fm . . . . . . . . .C
I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides
C . G . Dm . Fm .C {leading to 2nd verse}

Romance and all its strategy leaves me battling with my pride
But through the insecurity some tenderness survives
I'm just another writer, still trapped within my truths
A hesitant prizefighter still trapped within my youth

{chorus, then bridge:}
. . . G . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . C
At times I'd like to break you and drive you to your knees
. . . Am . . . . . . . . . Em . . . . . . . . . . . F . . . . . . . . . . G
At times I'd like to break through and hold you endlessly

At times I understand you and I know how hard you've tried
I've watched while love commands you
and I've watched love pass you by
At times I think we're drifters, still searching for a friend,
A brother or a sister, but then the passion flares again
{chorus}