Dustin Kensrue - What beautiful things

^CLeaves are falling, the wolves are calling And ^Fdeath goes with them. The ^Clight is waning the night will reign o'er ^Fme But ^Cin the heart of the deepest dark, the ^Flight is shining I ^Dmlift my head from my ^Cdying bed and ^Fsing Oh what ^Ambeautiful things I ^Fsee Oh what ^Ambeautiful things I ^Fsee

The ^Clunatics with the fire-sticks and the ^Fdeadly rhythm, They ^Creprimand us with reckless sava^Fgery. But ^Cin the midst of apocalypse, the ^Fdove brings tidings I ^Dmlift my eyes to the the ^Cazure skies and ^Fsing. Oh what ^Ambeautiful things I ^Fsee Oh what ^Ambeautiful things I ^Fsee

We're ^Cso surprised when we realize that we're ^Fdeftly skilled in The ^Cvery vices we swear off violent^Fly Still ^Cat the crux of the worst in us, the ^Fhope is hiding. I ^Dmlift my gaze from my ^Cwicked ways and ^Fsing Oh what ^Ambeautiful things I ^Fsee Oh what ^Ambeautiful things I ^Fsee

Oh what ^Cbeautiful things I ^Fsee Oh what ^Cbeautiful things I ^Fsee (x2)

Hey, ^CHey, Ohhh ^FOhhhh (x4)