| 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 turtle doves 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 peoble sing with me
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| These 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…
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| Fly away… |