What Beautiful Things

{c: Capo 4} 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 (2x) 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 (2x) C F We're so surprised when we realize that we're deftly sk*lled 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 (2x) C F Hey, Hey, Ohhh Ohhhh (4x)