Can You Feel The Love Tonight

	  		
G              D  
I can see what happening (what)  
G              D  
And they don have a clue (who)  
G                    D     Bm   A   G  
They fall in love and here the bottom line 
Em7            A  
Our trio down to two.   
G            D   
The sweet cares soft wi light 
G              D  
There magic in the air 
G                    Bm   A   G  
And with all this romantic at mosp here 
C               A  
Disasters in the air 
    D       A/C#     Bm      G  
And can you feel the love tonight 
D         G     Em   A  
  The peace the evening brings 
G             D         Bm    D   G  
The world for once, in perfect harmony 
Em   D   G   E    A  
With all its living things 
G                  D  
So many things to tell her 
G            D  
But how to make her see 
G                   D  
The truth about my past, impossible 
Em              A  
She turnaway from me  
G                   D  
He holding back, he 
G              D  
From what  I can decide  
G                      Bm 
Why won the be, the king I know heis 
C                  A  
The king I see inside 
    D       A/C#     Bm      G  
And can you feel the love tonight 
D         G     Em   A  
  The peace the evening brings 
G             D         Bm    D   G  
The world for once, in perfecth armony 
Em   D   G   E    A  
With all its living things 
   E       B/D#     C#m     A  
And can you feel the love tonight 
E           A    F#    B  
You needn look tofar 
A             E        C#m    E   A  
Stealing through the night' Sun certain ties 
F#m     E   A   A/E   E 
Love is where they are  
   E       B/D#     C#m     A  
And if, He falls, in love tonight 
E           A    F#    B  
It can be assumed 
A             B        C#m    E   A  
His care free days, with us are history 
F#m     E   B      (A  G#  F# E) 
In short, our pal, is doomed 
   E       B/D#     C#m     A  
And if, He falls, in love tonight 
E           A    F#    B  
It can be assumed 
A             E        C#m    E   A  
His care free days, with us are history 
F#m     E   B      E  
In short, our pal, is doomed