Watchhouse (Mandolin Orange) – Patterns (Guitar)

C                           F
here it is, the middle of december

                       G
at the end of a sultry day

        C                        F
but the tree still shines in the window

              G
and there's a fire in the fireplace

        F
and the birds still turn and take wing

     C              G
they fly for warmer climes

         C                         F
ain't it something, all the little patterns

             G                C
that lead us home through our lives

C                           F
flag me down in your time of trouble

                                  G
call me up and share with me your woes

          C                      F
and we'll try to find some understanding

           G
before you go

      F
whose fire rains down upon you

      C                    G
whose conscience fills the air

         C                         F
ain't it something, all the little patterns

             G          C
love is real, it's everywhere

        F
and the birds still turn and take wing

     C              G
they fly for warmer climes

         C                         F
ain't it something, all the little patterns

             G                C
that lead us home through our lives

            C                         F
aren't they something, all the little patterns

             G                C
that lead us home through our lives