Carry On - Patrick James

Every grain in the depth below

Cause I can no longer stay for long

Wildness, it comes to me and then it goes

Be well and fruitful my love

Withered with the wind, it clawed my hairs

But now it’s time to start it again and again

That mother’s little son, it smiled at us

We used to be the baby to hold

Carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on

Cause it’s the way you are livin'

Which counts to me

And the way you are livin'

That’s nice to see

Carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on

Cause it’s the way you are livin'

Which counts to me

And the way you are livin'

Is happy to see

And after all

The tree have grown so tall

And you will not be able to write to us all

But I will remember your face so dear

Be well and fruitful my love

Carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on

Cause it’s the way you are livin'

Which counts to me

And the way you are livin'

That’s nice to, nice to, nice to see

Carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on

Cause it’s the way you are livin'

Which counts to me

And the way you are livin'

Is happy to, happy to, happy to see