Something Beautiful

A I wanna make something beautiful E for You and from You A To show You, to show You I a- E dore You, oh, You A And Your journey towards me E which I see and I see A All You push through, E mad for You and because of You A I couldn't thank You in ten thousand years E If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears A Ah, but You know the soul and You know what makes it gold E You who give life through blood Blood, A E blood, blood, blood, oh, blood, blood A Oh, I wanna make something so lovely for You E 'Cause I promised that's what I'd do for You A With the Bible I stole, I know You forgave my soul E Because such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve A And I think we're agreed that it should have been free E And You sang to me A They dress the wounds D A D of My poor people as though they're nothing A D Saying, peace, peace E when there's no peace A They dress the wounds D A D of My poor people as though they're nothing A D Saying, peace, peace, peace A D when there's no peace A D Days without number A D A Now can a bride forget her jewels D A or a maid her ornaments? D A D Yet my people 'forgotten Me A D Days without number, A D days without number A D And in their want, A D Who'll dress their wounds? A D A D to the end) Who'll dress their wounds?