Tom: C
C F
C
Leaves are falling, the wolves are calling
F
And death goes with them.
C F
The light is waning the night will reign o'er me
C F
But in the heart of the deepest dark, the light is shining
Dm C F
I lift my head from my dying bed and sing
Am F
Oh what beautiful things I see
Am F
Oh what beautiful things I see
C F (x2)
C F
The lunatics with the fire-sticks and the deadly rhythm,
C F
They reprimand us with reckless savagery.
C F
But in the midst of apocalypse, the dove brings tidings
Dm C F
I lift my eyes to the the azure skies and sing.
Am F
Oh what beautiful things I see
Am F
Oh what beautiful things I see
C F (x2)
C F
We're so surprised when we realize that we're deftly skilled in
C F
The very vices we swear off violently
C F
Still at the crux of the worst in us, the hope is hiding.
Dm C F
I lift my gaze from my wicked ways 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)
