Dustin Kensrue - Of crows and crowns

You are a ^C#msight for aching ^Aeyes A ^Eriver for my ^Bthirst When all the ^C#mworld is harsh and ^Adry ^EWasted by the ^Bcurse All words seem ^C#mbeggarly and ^Apoor When ^Eset to sing your ^Bgrace What could I kn^C#mown of love b^Aefore My ^Beyes had seen your face?

My ^Alove, how ^Bbeautiful you are^{C#m B C#m B} My ^Alove is ev^Ber where you are ^{C#m A E}

I know you ^C#mfear the wounds of ^Atime The ^Ewand'ring feet of ^Bcrows But I am ^C#myours and you are ^Amine And ^Eno one truly ^Bknows How all of ^C#myou enraptures ^Ame Till ^EI can't look a^Bway I pray that ^C#mI would live to ^Asee You ^Bwear a crown of gray

My ^Alove, how ^Bbeautiful you are^{C#m B C#m B} My ^Alove is ev^Ber where you are ^{C#m A E}

Oh, when you ^C#mkiss me I am ^Alost Or ^Eis it that I'm ^Bfound? My feet send ^C#mroots beneath the ^Arocks To ^Efix me to the ^Bground Never to ^C#mfloat away a^Again ^ECaptive to the ^Btide No more to ^C#mwander in the ^Awind With^Bout you by my side

My ^Alove, how ^Bbeautiful you are^{C#m B C#m B} My ^Alove is ev^Ber where you are ^{C#m A E}