Verse 1CG
There’s a house, that’s not on a hill
Am
And the paint’s chipping off
F
Of the old window sill
C
There’s a tree in the front yard
G
That’s older than me
AmF
And older than all of you
C
There’s a smell that the heat makes
G
It reminds me of Christmas
AmF
And birthdays in December
ChorusC
I remember her
G
I remember her
AmF
I remember her so well
C
I remember her
G
I remember her
AmF
I remember her so well
FC
But things they fade
Verse 2C
She would kiss my hand
G
She would kiss my head
Am
Then she’d fall asleep with me
F
In my tiny bed
C
She would sing me lullabies
G
Gave me my hazel eyes
Am
And then she’d call me beautiful
F
She made me beautiful
ChorusC
I remember her
G
I remember her
AmF
I remember her so well
C
I remember her
G
I remember her
AmF
I remember her so well
Verse 3
(once)
FC
But things they fade
G
Things turn to grey
Am
As much as I try to save them
F
They turn grey
CG
Just like the house, that’s not on a hill
Am
With all of the rust on the gate
F
The chips on the sill
FC
But I love it still
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