^CIn a country churchyard there's a ^Fpreacher with his ^Cpeople ^FGathered all a^Cround to ^Fjoin a man and ^Gwoman, ^CSpring is here and ^Gturtle doves are ^Fsinging from the ^Csteeple, ^FBees are in the ^Cflowers, ^Fgrowing in the ^Ggraveyard, And ^Eover the ^Amhill, where the ^Friver meets the ^Cmill, A ^Flovely girl is ^Ccoming down To ^Fgive her hand ^Gupon her wedding ^Cday. ^CDressed in simple ^Gwhite and wearing ^Fflowers in her ^Chair, ^FMusic as she ^Cwalks ^Fslowly to the ^Galtar, ^CAnd picking up his ^GBible then the ^FPreacher turns ^Ctowards her, ^F"Will you take this ^Cman to ^Fbe your wedded ^Ghusband, to ^Ehonour and ^Amlove in the ^Feyes of god a^Cbove, Now ^Flet the peoble ^Csing with me These ^Fwords to live for^Gever in your ^Cheart... ^FLet ^Gyour ^Amlove^{Em F}shine ^Con For ^Amwe are the ^Emstars in the ^Fsky, ^FLet ^Gyour ^Amlove^{Em F}shine ^Cstrong ^FUntil the ^Gday you ^Ffly, ^Caway ^CMany years have ^Gfallen on that ^Fgolden country ^Cmorning, The ^Fgraveyard's over^Cgrown, the ^Fchurch lies in ^Gruins, ^CIvy on the ^Gwalls and ravens ^Fwheeling round ^Cabove me As I ^Fmade my way ^Ctowards the ^Flast remaining ^Gheadstone, I ^Efell to my ^Amknees, read the ^Flines beneath the ^Cleaves, And ^Fsuddenly it ^Cseemed to me I ^Fheard the words like ^Gsinging in the ^Ctrees... ^FLet ^Gyour ^Amlove^{Em F}shine ^Con For ^Amwe are the ^Emstars in the ^Fsky, ^FLet ^Gyour ^Amlove^{Em F}shine ^Cstrong ^FUntil the ^Gday you ^Ffly, ^Caway ^FLet ^Gyour ^Amlove^{Em F}shine ^Con For ^Amwe are the ^Emstars in the ^Fsky, ^FLet ^Gyour ^Amlove^{Em F}shine ^Cstrong ^FUntil the ^Gday you ^Ffly, ^Caway