Bastille - Oh holy night

^COh holy night the ^Fstars are brightly ^Cshining But we stand cold, waiting ^Gfor the morning's^C birth. Long lies the world in ^Fsin and error ^Cpining For something ^Emgood and to ^Bfeel our own ^Emworth

^GA thrill of hope the ^Cweary world rejoices ^GFor yonder breaks a n^Cew and glorious morn

^AmFall on your ^Emknees Oh ^Ghear the angel ^Amvoices Oh ^Cnig^Ght ^Amdivine, oh n^Gight, that leads to ^Cmorn

^CLed by a light of ^Ffaith so blindly ^Cbeaming With heavy hearts by our ^GTV's we ^Cstay Over the world the ^Fstars are brightly ^Cgleaming But they're just ^Emlight that died ^Blong, long a^Emgo

^GDown here on earth this ^Cyear's been kind of scary And ^Gnow we walk in ^Cto the great unknown

^AmFall on your ^Emknees Oh ^Ghear the angry ^Amvoices Oh ^Cnig^Ght ^Amdivides, But the n^Gight, that leads to m^Corn

^AmFall on your ^Emknees Oh ^Ghear the angel ^Amvoices Oh ^Cnig^Ght ^Amdivine, oh ^Gnight, that leads to ^Cmorn Oh ^Gnight, oh ^Cho^Fly night ^{C G}Oh night divine ^C