Million roses

Million roses - Don Hồ

Điệu: Bebop, Capo II.

[Am] There lived an artist alone who sold his paintings and [E7] home
And left his palettes behind for this one purpose [Am] alone
This famous actress he loved only red flowers [E7] preferred
So for his money he bought one million roses for [Am] her.

Anywhere, anywhere, anywhere, she could [Dm] turn
Everything in the square down below blooming [Am] red
Those in love, those in love, those in love, she would [E7] learn
Gladly leave things behind for a glance [Am] instead.

[Am]Early next day she did rise hardly believing her [E7] eyes
One million roses below under the blue morning [Am] skies
She thought that gift must have come from some unknown [E7] tycoon
Leaving the artist alone standing there all after-[Am] noon.

Anywhere, anywhere, anywhere, she could [Dm] turn
Everything in the square down below blooming [Am] red
Those in love, those in love, those in love, she would [E7] learn
Gladly leave things behind for a glance [Am] instead.

[Am]Only a minute she spared for his enormous [E7] bouquet
After a late show that night she left for good on a [Am] train
There stayed the artist alone, poor and completely [E7] forlorn
But he would never regret the city with roses [Am] adorned.

Anywhere, anywhere, anywhere, she could [Dm] turn
Everything in the square down below blooming [Am] red
Those in love, those in love, those in love, she would [E7] learn
Gladly leave things behind for a glance [Am] instead.

Million roses - Don Hồ

Điệu: Bebop, Capo II.

There lived an artist alone who sold his paintings and home
And left his palettes behind for this one purpose alone
This famous actress he loved only red flowers preferred
So for his money he bought one million roses for her.

Anywhere, anywhere, anywhere, she could turn
Everything in the square down below blooming red
Those in love, those in love, those in love, she would learn
Gladly leave things behind for a glance instead.

Early next day she did rise hardly believing her eyes
One million roses below under the blue morning skies
She thought that gift must have come from some unknown tycoon
Leaving the artist alone standing there all after- noon.

Anywhere, anywhere, anywhere, she could turn
Everything in the square down below blooming red
Those in love, those in love, those in love, she would learn
Gladly leave things behind for a glance instead.

Only a minute she spared for his enormous bouquet
After a late show that night she left for good on a train
There stayed the artist alone, poor and completely forlorn
But he would never regret the city with roses adorned.

Anywhere, anywhere, anywhere, she could turn
Everything in the square down below blooming red
Those in love, those in love, those in love, she would learn
Gladly leave things behind for a glance instead.