Go[A]d is in the ro[D]ses, 
The pe[A]tals, and the th[D]orns. 
St[A]orms out on the oc[D]eans 
So[A]uls who will be bo[D]rn 
A[A]nd every drop of rain that fa[D]lls 
Fa[A]lls for those who mo[D]urn 

G[A]od is in the ro[D]ses, and the tho[A]rns. 

The s[A]un is on the ceme[D]tery 
Le[A]aves are on the sto[D]nes 
The[A]re never was a pl[D]ace on Ea[A]rth 
That felt so much like ho[D]me 

We[E]'re falling like the vel[D]vet petals, 
We'[E]re bleeding and we're to[D]rn, 
But G[A]od is in the ro[B7]ses, and the thorns. 
[F#m] [D] x3 

I[A] love you like a bro[D]ther 
A[A] father and A so[D]n, 
W[A]e may not last for[D]ever 
B[A]ut it never will be do[D]ne 
M[A]y whole world fits in[D]side the mo[A]ment 
I saw you be re[D]born, 
G[A]od is in the ro[D]ses, 
A[A]nd that day was filled with ro[D]ses 
G[A]od is in the ro[D]ses 
A[A]nd the th[D]orns.