Andrew Peterson - Every star is a burning flame

I pul^Fled the car off to the side and wa^Bblked along a starry hill in Id^Faho ^Bb A gol^Fden moon was rolling by, the ri^Bbdge was like a window sill and ^FI don't know ^Bb If ^DmI was on the outside looking ^Bbin Like ma^Dmybe all the borders of the wor^Bbld were getting thin And ^CI could see the sky the way it's gonna be again

Every st^Dmar is a burning fl^Bbame Every st^Dmar is a burning fl^Bbame

Well ye^Fsterday I trimmed the vines and sp^Bbread the leaves along the ground in Tenne^Fssee^Bb And I tri^Fed to hold it in my mind that a^Bbll the light that's coming down takes a^Fges to get to me^Bb And ^DmI was on the inside looking o^Bbut I was li^Dmfted by a solar wind up ov^Bber the clouds And ^CI could hear the hosts of heaven singing out loud

Every st^Dmar is a burning fl^Bbame Every st^Dmar is a burning fl^Bbame

I rem^Fember Mr. Green and I were wa^Bblking down a busy street in Lou^Fisville^Bb The si^Fgn said Merton looked around and a^Bbll the people passing by were shi^Fning like the sun and bea^Bbutiful And the wo^Dmnder of it caught him by sur^Bbprise ^DmOh Lord, I want to see the wo^Bbrld with those eyes I want to l^Cook into the night and see a million suns rise ^DmRise^Bb, ^DmRise ^Bb

All the h^Dmeat comes running at the spe^Bbed of light From the re^Dmaches of space to these fa^Bbces tonight

And every h^Dmeart is a burning fl^Bbame Every he^Dmart is a burning flam^Bbe