What Beautiful Things

C  F

C
Leaves are falling, the wolves are 
calling
    F
And death goes with them.
    C                              
The light is waning the night will 
           F
reign o'er me
    C                          
But in the heart of the deepest 
           F
dark, the light is shining
  Dm                   C          
I lift my head from my dying bed 
   F
and sing
        Am                 F
Oh what beautiful things I see
        Am                 F
Oh what beautiful things I see

C   F (x2)

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    C                            
The lunatics with the fire-sticks 
         F
and the deadly rhythm,
     C                         
They reprimand us with reckless 
     F
savagery.
    C                              
But in the midst of apocalypse, the
 F
 dove brings tidings
  Dm                      C   
I lift my eyes to the the azure 
            F
skies and sing.
        Am                 F
Oh what beautiful things I see
        Am                 F
Oh what beautiful things I see

C   F (x2)

      C                            
We're so surprised when we realize 
           F
that we're deftly skilled in
    C                      
The very vices we swear off 
        F
violently
      C                          
Still at the crux of the worst in 
         F
us, the hope is hiding.
  Dm                   C          
I lift my gaze from my wicked ways
     F
 and sing
        Am                 F
Oh what beautiful things I see
        Am                 F
Oh what beautiful things I see


Dm   C   F (2x)

        C                  F
Oh what beautiful things I see
        C                  F
Oh what beautiful things I see (x2)

     C           F
Hey, Hey,  Ohhh  Ohhhh  (x4)