Seven

D           D/C# 
Seven years old 
       D/C 
On the floor 
  B           Em 
I stared at a tree 
           Em/D           A/C# A 
That stood three times my size 

       D            D/C 
As the presents and packages 
B 
Promised reward 
      Em 
For a patience 
    G        D 
Disappearing inside 

D          D/C# 
Family and fantasy 
D/C        B       Em 
Wishes and wonders abound 
       Em/D         A/C# A 
We had all we couldneed 

        D         D/C 
Andthedays of disaster 
           B 
Withtheir lightening andthunder 
          Em 
Seemed to fade 
         G      D 
If you'd only believe 

           D               D/C         B 
There were lessons we were destined to learn 
       Em       Em/D        A/C# A 
As the calendar pages would turn 
           D             D/C       B 
Still, the warmth of the season is precious as gold 
       Em                G           D 
On the floor when you're seven years old 

D            D/C#         D/C       B 
Who here can say how long heaven'll stay 
           Em            Em/D               A/C# A 
Still, the days are like months when you're young 
            D           D/C       B 
And they'll soon find a way of dissolving away 
       Em            G             D 
Like a snowflake you catch on your tongue 

D                  D/C#        D/C            B 
We were safe and serene in the bright red and green 
          Em       Em/D         A/C# A 
That took over our house like a fire 
       D              D/C            B 
And we lived for that Christmas card holiday scene 
        Em            G           D 
Made of cardboard and glue wooden wires 

    D             D/C          B 
Who knew what the future would bring 
          Em             Em/D         A/C#   A 
Would the world clean my smile in the spring? 
        D            D/C          B 
Would I long for the sunlight and run from the cold? 
       Em                 G           D 
No one cares when they're seven years old 

Em G Bm D F#m B Em G A 

D              D/C# 
Hair's turning grey 
        D/C           B 
I think back on those days 
      Em 
And I ask 
        Em/D        A/C# A 
Would I know myself now? 

       D           D/C 
Always wracking my mind 
      B 
About money and time 
          Em 
There's a piece of him 
   G    D 
In here somehow 

      D          D/C     B 
And I know I can never return 
            Em          Em/D     A/C# A 
Still, some nights in December I burn 
      D           D/C 
To be back on the floor 
         B 
Watching Christmas unfold 
         Em             G           D 
Like you do when you're seven years old