The man is alive
The picking is somekind of an arpeggio:
verse: chorus (also the D7):
G
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-----0---0-------+- -----2-----2-----+-
---0---0---0---0-+- -----------------+-
-0-----------0---+- -----------------+-
-----------------+-etc. -0-----0-----0---+-etc.
In the bridge always play the whole chord (just listen to the
recording)
G
The night sometimes seems dangerous,
C
We wonder what it hides.
G
It sometimes brings us closer
C
And forever changed our lifes.
G
Strangers talk in open ways
C G
We cannot always understand
G
Who have not felt the loving touch
C D7
Or seen the guiding hand.
I was brought up near the riverside,
In a quiet Irish town.
An eightteen month old baby
The night they laid my daddy down.
Everyone, yo everyone
And enverybody else as well
My home was filled with sorrow then
More than I can tell.
Em D
The man is alive,
F C'
Alive and breathing
Em D F C'
It's taking me so long to see.
Em D
The man is alive,
1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4
|F |C | C | Em' D' | C'' Bm | Am | Am
Alive and breathing
1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4
|D7 | G | C'' G | G Em' D' | G
The man is alive in me.
We stood among the totem-poles
Under the Canadian moonlight.
She told me all about her childhood days
On the Vancuver mountain side.
An eightteen month old baby,
The night her daddy passed away.
We stood and watched the darkness,
Flowing into the light of day.
The night sometimes seems dangerous,
We wonder what it hides.
It sometimes brings us closer
And forever changed our lifes.
Strangers talk in open ways
We cannot always understand
But we begin to feel the loving touch
see the guiding hand.
The man is alive,
Alive and breathing
It's taking me so long to see.
The man is alive,
Alive and breathing
The man is alive in me.