[C]There could [Dm7]never [G7]be
A p[Am]ortrait of my l[Fm]ove
For [C]nobo[C/B]dy could [Am7]paint [Dm7] a dr [G7]eam. [C] [Am7] [Dm7] [G7]
[C]You will [Dm7]never s[G7]ee
A [Am]portrait of my l[Fm]ove
For m[C]iracl[Am]es are [Dm7]nev - [G7]er s [C]een. [F] [C] [C7]
[Gdim]Any o [A7]ne who s[Dm]ees her [Dm+7]
[Cdim]Soon for[B7]gets the [Em]Mo- [Em7]na [Dm7]Li-s [G]a.
[C]It would [Dm7]take, I k[G7]now,
[Am] [Fm]
[A] [Michelangelo,]
And h[C]e would n[Am]eed the [Dm]glow of d[G]awn
That p[Em]aints the [Em7]sky ab[Am]ove [Am+7]
To t[Dm7]ry and [Em]paint a[Em7] portrait[Dm7] of [G7]my lo[C]ve.
There could never be
A portrait of my love
For nobody could paint a dream.
You will never see
A portrait of my love
For miracles are nev - er seen.
Any one who sees her
Soon forgets the Mo-na Li-sa.
It would take, I know,
[Michelangelo,]
And he would need the glow of dawn
That paints the sky above
To try and paint a portrait of my love.