In

a

coun-

try

church-

yard

there's

a

preach-

er

with

his

peo-

ple,

gath-

ered

all

a-

round

to

join

a

man

and

wo-

man.

Spring

is

here

and

tur-

tle

doves

are

sing-

ing

from

the

stee-

ple,

bees

are

in

the

flowers

grow-

ing

in

the

grave-

yard,

and

o-

ver

the

hill

where

the

riv-

er

meets

the

mill,

a

love-

ly

girl

is

com-

ing

down

to

give

her

hand

up

on

her

wed-

ding

day.

Dressed

in

sim-

ple

white

and

wear-

ing

flow-

ers

in

her

hair,

mu-

sic

as

she

walks

slow-

ly

to

the

al-

ter.

Pick-

ing

up

his

bi-

ble

then

the

preach-

er

turns

to-

wards

her.

"Will

you

take

this

man

to

be

your

wed-

ded

hus-

band,

to

hon-

our

and

love

in

the

eyes

of

God

a-

bove.

Now

let

the

peo-

ple

sing

with

me

these

words

to

live

for

ev-

er

in

your

heart."

Let

your

love

shine

on,

for

we

are

the

stars

in

the

sky.

Let

your

love

shine

strong

un-

til

the

day

you

fly.

Man-

y

years

have

fal-

len

on

that

gold-

en

coun-

try

morn-

ing,

grave-

yard's

ov-

er

grown,

the

chu-

rch

lies

in

ru-

ins.

I-

vy

on

the

walls

and

ra-

vens

wheel-

ing

high

a-

bove

me

as

I

make

my

way

to-

wards

the

last

re-

main-

ing

head-

stone.

I

fell

to

my

knees,

read

the

lines

be-

neath

the

leaves,

and

sud-

den-

ly

it

seemed

to

me

I

heard

the

words

like

sing-

ing

in

the

trees.

Let

your

love

shine

on,

for

we

are

the

stars

in

the

sky.

Let

your

love

shine

strong

un-

til

the

day

you

fly.

Let

your

love

shine

on

for

we

are

the

stars

in

the

sky.

Let

your

love

shine

strong

un-

til

the

day

you

fly