by Ben E. King
| Intro | B | G#m | E | F# | B |
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| When the n | ight has come |
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| And the l | and is dark |
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| And the m | oon is the on | ly light we'll see |
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| No, I w | on't be afraid, |
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| No, I | won't be afraid |
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| Just as l | ong as you s | tand, stand by m | e. |
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| If the s | ky that we look upon |
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| Should t | umble and fall |
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| Or the m | ountain should c | rumble in the s | ea, |
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| I won't c | ry, I won't cry, |
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| No, I w | on't shed a tear |
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| Just as l | ong as you s | tand, stand by m | e. |
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