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In a country churchyard there's a preacher with his people,
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Gathered all around to join a man and woman,
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Spring is here and turtledoves are singing from the steeple,
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Bees are in the flowers, growing in the graveyard,
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And over the hill, where the river meets the mill,
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A lovely girl is coming down,
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To give her hand upon her wedding day...
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Dressed in simple white and wearing flowers in her hair,
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Music as she walks slowly to the altar,
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And picking up his bible then the preacher turns towards her,
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"Will you take this man to be your wedded husband,
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to honour and love in the eyes of God above,
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Now let the people sing with me,
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The words to live forever in your heart...
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Let your love shine on,
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For we are the stars in the sky,
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Let your love shine strong,
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Until the day you fly away"
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Many years have fallen on that golden country morning,
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The graveyard's overgrown, the church lies in ruins,
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Ivy on the walls and ravens wheeling round above me,
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As I made my way towards the last remaining headstone,
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I fell to my knees, read the lines beneath the leaves,
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And suddenly it seemed to me,
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I heard the words like singing in the trees...
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Let your love shine on,
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For we are the stars in the sky,
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Let your love shine strong,
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Until the day you fly...
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Let your love shine on,
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For we are the stars in the sky,
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Let your love shine strong,
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Until the day you fly, fly away...
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In A Country Churchyard
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| Chris DeBurgh |
