Take me down the River Wye Feel the cold beneath my hand Where there's nothing more to say Or even understand Is it daylight is it night? Fading laughter in the fields Breathing in the misty light As the body yields Time to face the angel's grace Feel the light upon your face Who would even have known how Beautiful you are right now? Now I stand before the oak What a sweetness in the breeze Something in the holy smoke As I fall to my knees Time to face the angel's grace Feel the light upon your face Who would even have known how Beautiful you are right now? Please don't go away Time to face the angel's grace Feel the light upon your face Who would even have known how Beautiful you are right now?