Samba Do Girassol

Next to the lake
Under the Trees
Slowly dancing in the summer breeze
My heart to which I return
Like chimes in the wind
In orange warm bloom
I´m guided by your petals and perfume
Made of honey and sweet pears

I know, this won´t be [Am]our last goodbye
I know, this won´t be [Am]our last goodbye
I know, spring will soon [C7]ɾeturn
But why do you [A7still have to [C7]go?

My petals shaped a spot for [Dm7]your ɾeturn my [A]dear
My protector and [Bm]my [A]love

I know, this won´t be [Am]our last goodbye
I know, this won´t be [Am]our last goodbye
I know, spring will soon [C7]ɾeturn
But why do you [A7still have to [C7]go?

Look I
Look I
Look I hold my [A]waters
For you

I know, this won´t be [Am]our last goodbye
I know, this won´t be [Am]our last goodbye
I know, spring will soon [C7]ɾeturn
But why do you [A7still have to [C7]go?
But why do you [A7still have to [C7]go?
My
Dearest
Amour