Late-Autumn Love Song (Capo #2)

  G                                 C

I wish they hadn’t raked up all the leaves;

                      G        C

now I have to buy you flowers.

G                        C                             G       C 

Flowers are clichéd, but leaves just say the darnedest things.

G                                  D              G

A leaf can say “I love you,” and, “I think you’re neat,”

G                            D            G

“You’re my little lady,” and everything between.

  G                                 C

I wish they hadn’t raked up all the leaves;

D                  G       C D

flowers just don’t crunch.

  G                                 C

I wish they hadn’t raked up all the leaves;

                      G        C

now I have to buy you flowers.

G                        C                             G     C

Flowers are clichéd, but leaves would make the perfect gift.

G                      D             G

Love is like the maple with many leaves to give

G                           D               G

and little helicopters that spin around and twist.

  G                                 C

I wish they hadn’t raked up all the leaves;

D                  G       C D

flowers just don’t crunch.

  G                                 C

I wish they hadn’t raked up all the leaves;

                      G        C

now I have to buy you flowers.

G                        C                         G     C

Flowers are clichéd, but leaves have got the right idea.

G                         D                G

Love may seem to fade and fall off of the trees,

G                                D                 G

but it comes again in season, bright and fresh and green.

  G                                 C

I wish they hadn’t raked up all the leaves;

D                  G       C D

flowers just don’t crunch.

Is It Christmas Even? (Capo #5)

    G                          C              G

The sun has long gone down and nestled in its bed

           C               G

but in the morning will be here again

            C               Am

to wrap its rays around the Savior’s head.

G                               C              G

When that day repeats—when it’s Christmastime again

    C                  G

the Savior’s face puts forth the flames

       C          Am

that illuminate Jerusalem.

G                    C                  G

Sinners come inside. Nations bring your gifts.

       C                      G

Follow Old Saint Nick and the three wise men:

        C                Am

they’ll show you what contrition is.

       G                              C             G

As the mistletoe hangs low, you stand waiting for a kiss.

         C                G

Remember heaven will come down like this,

    C              Am                  G

and every day will feel like Christmas day.