1. In a country churchyard there`s a preacher with his people,

gathered all around to join a man and woman.

Spring is here and turtledoves are singing from the steeple,

bees are in the flowers, growing in the graveyard,

and over the hill, where the river meets the mill,

a lovely girl is coming down to give her hand upon her wedding day.

2. Dressed in simple white and wearing flowers in her hair,

music as she walks slowly to the altar.

And picking up his Bible then the preacher turns towards her,

“Will you take this man to be your wedded husband,

to honour and to love in the eyes of God above, now let the people

sing with me these words to live forever in your hearts.“

Let your lo.....ve shine on , for we are the stars in the sky,

let your lo…...ve shine strong until the day you fly away.

3. Many years have fallen on that golden country morning,

the graveyard`s overgrown, the church it lies in ruins.

Ivy on the walls and ravens wheeling round above me,

as-I-made my way towards the last remaining headstone.

I fell to my knees, read the lines beneath the leaves, and suddenly

it seemed to me I heard the words like singing in the trees.

Let your lo…..ve shine on , for we are the stars in the sky,

let your lo…..ve shine strong until the day you fly

CHORUS - .......away

(Chris de Burgh)