What Beautiful Things

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)