CF
C Leaves are falling, the wolves are calling
F And death goes with them.
CF The light is waning the night will reign o'er me
CF But in the heart of the deepest dark, the light is shining
DmCF I lift my head from my dying bed and sing
AmF Oh what beautiful things I see
AmF Oh what beautiful things I see
CF (x2) 
CF The lunatics with the fire-sticks and the deadly rhythm,
CF They reprimand us with reckless savagery.
CF But in the midst of apocalypse, the dove brings tidings
DmCF I lift my eyes to the the azure skies and sing.
AmF Oh what beautiful things I see
AmF Oh what beautiful things I see
CF (x2) 
CF We're so surprised when we realize that we're deftly skilled in
CF The very vices we swear off violently
CF Still at the crux of the worst in us, the hope is hiding.
DmCF I lift my gaze from my wicked ways and sing
AmF Oh what beautiful things I see
AmF Oh what beautiful things I see
DmCF (2x) 
CF Oh what beautiful things I see
CF Oh what beautiful things I see (x2)
CF