In A Country Churchyard

	作曲 : Chris De Burgh
	作词 : DeBurgh
	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 flowers growing in the graveyard
	And over the hill, where the river meets the mills
	A lovely girl is coming down
	To give her hand upon her wedding day
	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 honor and love in the eyes of God above
	Now let the people sing with me
	These words to live forever in your heart...
	Let your love shine on
	For we are the stars in the sky
	Let your love shine strong
	Until the day you fly away
	Many years have fallen on that golden country morning
	The graveyard's overgrown, the church 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...

	zuò qǔ : Chris De Burgh
	zuò cí : DeBurgh
	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 flowers growing in the graveyard
	And over the hill, where the river meets the mills
	A lovely girl is coming down
	To give her hand upon her wedding day
	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 honor and love in the eyes of God above
	Now let the people sing with me
	These words to live forever in your heart...
	Let your love shine on
	For we are the stars in the sky
	Let your love shine strong
	Until the day you fly away
	Many years have fallen on that golden country morning
	The graveyard' s overgrown, the church 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...