Biography:
Patrick James grew up in coastal NSW town of Port Macquarie and has always been inspired by lyrically-driven guitar-based music like Bob Dylan and Colin Hay. That said, you can hear touches of Bright Eyes, Damien Rice, Boy And Bear and Fleet Foxes in Patrick’s songwriting, which essentially combines pretty chord progressions, acoustic guitar, a clever ear for harmonies and a charmingly unpretentious singing style with some very poetic and lovely lyrics.
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Capo III
C F C
Every grain in the depth below
C F C
As i can no longer stay for long
C F C
Wildness it comes to me and then it goes
C F C
be well and fruitful my love
C F C
withered with the wind, it caught my hair
C F C
but now it’s time to start it again and again
C F C
that mothers little son it smiled at us
C F C
he used to be the baby to hold
C C F C
carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on
C G Am F
cause it’s the way you are living which counts to me
C G Am C
and the way you are living is nice to see
C C F C
carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on
C G Am F
cause it’s the way you are living which counts to me
C G Am C
and the way you are living is happy to see
C F C
and after all the trees have grown so tall
C F C
you will not be able to ride to the sun
C F C
but i will remember your face oh dear
C F C
be well and fruitful my love
C C F C
carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on
C G Am F
cause it’s the way you are living which counts to me
C G Am C
and the way you are living is nice to, nice to, nice to see
C C F C
carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on
C G Am F
cause it’s the way you are living which counts to me
C G Am C
and the way you are living is happy to, happy to, happy to see
C F C
Every grain in the depth below
C F C
As i can no longer stay for long
C F C
Wildness it comes to me and then it goes
C F C
be well and fruitful my love
C F C
withered with the wind, it caught my hair
C F C
but now it’s time to start it again and again
C F C
that mothers little son it smiled at us
C F C
he used to be the baby to hold
C C F C
carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on
C G Am F
cause it’s the way you are living which counts to me
C G Am C
and the way you are living is nice to see
C C F C
carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on
C G Am F
cause it’s the way you are living which counts to me
C G Am C
and the way you are living is happy to see
C F C
and after all the trees have grown so tall
C F C
you will not be able to ride to the sun
C F C
but i will remember your face oh dear
C F C
be well and fruitful my love
C C F C
carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on
C G Am F
cause it’s the way you are living which counts to me
C G Am C
and the way you are living is nice to, nice to, nice to see
C C F C
carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on
C G Am F
cause it’s the way you are living which counts to me
C G Am C
and the way you are living is happy to, happy to, happy to see
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