Capo 2 

G 
I wanna make something beautiful 
D  
for You and from You 
     G 
To show You, to show You I a- 
D 
dore You, oh, You 
G 
And Your journey towards me  
D 
which I see and I see 
G 
All You push through,  
D 
mad for You and because of You 

G 
I couldn't thank You in ten thousand years 
     D 
If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears 
       G 
Ah, but You know the soul and You know what makes it gold 
D 
You who give life through blood Blood,  
G                                        D 
blood, blood, blood, oh, blood, blood 

G 
Oh, I wanna make something so lovely for You 
D 
'Cause I promised that's what I'd do for You 
          G 
With the Bible I stole, I know You forgave my soul 
       D 
Because such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve 
     G 
And I think we're agreed that it should have been free 
D 
And You sang to me 

                G 
They dress the wounds  
            C                       G        C 
of My poor people as though they're nothing 
         G     C 
Saying, peace, peace  
                 D 
when there's no peace 
                G 
They dress the wounds  
             C                       G        C 
of My poor people as though they're nothing 
         G           C 
Saying, peace, peace, peace 
                G       C 
when there's no peace 

              G      C 
Days without number 
            G              C       G 
Now can a bride forget her jewels  
             C            G 
or a maid her ornaments? 
      
       C                 G     C 
Yet my people 'forgotten Me 
             G        C 
Days without number,  
             G        C 
days without number 
             G        C 
And in their want,  
       G                     C 
Who'll dress their wounds?  
       G                     C      (G   C)  
Who'll dress their wounds?