For Christa.

[D]       [G]         [C]            [D]          [G]          [C]          [D]
She's the sister of a dear friend of mine; / I've met her only just the one time.
      [C]                          [G]                           [C]
But I find her in my head, / And I find her in my heart, / And I wonder if we'll always be
        [D]
So very far apart.

She's a lady that I know I could love; / A princess of my God above.
And what a pretty face, / and what a pretty heart, / and what a pretty mind,
I like her 'cause she is so smart.

But I know I'll never see her again, / 'Cause she's livin' far away in England.
And here I sit at home, / With my guitar, all alone, / In the good ol' USA,
She is so very far away.

She's the sister of a dear friend of mine.
The sister of a dear friend of mine.
She's the sister of a dear friend of mine.