{title: Craise Finton Kirk Royal Academy of Arts}
{artist: Bee Gees}
{time: 4/4}
{tempo: 122}
{key: A}
{meta: author Frans-Willem Post, 2026-05-06}
{start_of_part: Intro}
[A] [AM7/Ab] [Gdim7]
[D] [E] [A] [E]
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{start_of_verse: Verse 1}
He [A]smiled and rubbed the [AM7/Ab]stubble on his [F#m7]chin
He [A]sure shall find the [AM7/Ab]weariness and
[F#m7]dreariness of life that's growing [C#m]thin
Yet he [D]didn't have so [E]very far to [A]go [E]
With a [D]pencil in his [E]hand he will [A]travel on as [E]planned
With a [D]mere step in the [E]mountain to a [A]light [E]
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{start_of_chorus: Chorus 1}
[A] Craise [AM7/Ab]Finton [Gdim7]Kirk, see him [D]go, [E]on his [A]way [E]
[A] Oh [AM7/Ab]they don't [Gdim7]know where he [D]is,
[E]very very [A]nice, [E]very very [A]nice [E]
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{start_of_part: Bridge}
[A]Even in the [AM7/Ab]morning when he [Gdim7]slept
[D]Something [E]odd is [A]missing [E]
There's [A]nothing very [AM7/Ab]much to talk a[Gdim7]bout
And [D]nothing very [E]much to [A]see [E]
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{chorus: Chorus 2}
{start_of_verse: Verse 2}
[A]Talks about the [AM7/Ab]place he'd like to [F#m7]go
And you [A]never see the [AM7/Ab]worrying and
[F#m7]hurrying and that makes a person [C#m]slow
Yet you [D]wouldn't think he'd [E]be so hard to [A]find [E]
Yet he [D]looks so very [E]busy but there's [A]nothing on his [E]mind
And his [D]wavy hair con[E]tinues not to [A]grow [E]
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{chorus: Chorus 3}
{chorus: Chorus 4 (a capella)}