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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold (1975)
I'm not sayin' that I love you
I'm not sayin' that I'll care if you love me I'm not sayin' that I'll care I'm not sayin' I'll be there when you want me I can't give my heart to you Or tell you that I'll sing your name up to the sky I can't lay the promise down That I'll always be around when you need me Now I may not be alone each time you see me Along the street or in a small cafe But still I won't deny or mistreat you Baby if you let me have my way I'm not sayin' I'll be sorry For all the things that I might say that make you cry I can't say I'll always do The things you want me to I'm not sayin' I'll be true but I'll try Now I may not be alone each time you see me Or show up when I promised that I would But still I won't deny or mistreat you Baby if you love me like you should I'm not sayin' I'll be sorry For all the things that I might say that make you cry I can't say I'll always do The things you want me to I'm not sayin' I'll be true but I'll try I can't say I'll always do The things you want me to I'm not sayin' I'll be true but I'll try |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold (1975)
The lamp is burnin low upon my table top
The snow is softly fallin The air is still within the silence of my room I hear your voice softly callin If I could only have you near To breathe a sigh or two I would be happy just to hold the hands I love Upon this winter night with you The smoke is rising in the shadows overhead My glass is almost empty I read again between the lines upon the page The words of love you sent me If I could know within my heart That you were lonely too I would be happy just to hold the hands I love Upon this winter night with you The fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dim The shades of night are liftin The mornin light steals across my windowpane Where webs of snow are driftin If I could only have you near To breathe a sigh or two I would be happy just to hold the hands I love And to be once again with with you To be once again with with you |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold (1975)
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run
When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun Long before the white man and long before the wheel When the green dark forest was too silent to be real But time has no beginnings and hist'ry has no bounds As to this verdant country they came from all around They sailed upon her waterways and they walked the forests tall And they built the mines the mills and the factories for the good of us all And when the young man's fancy was turnin' to the spring The railroad men grew restless for to hear the hammers ring Their minds were overflowing with the visions of their day And many a fortune lost and won and many a debt to pay For they looked in the future and what did they see They saw an iron road runnin' from sea to the sea Bringin' the goods to a young growin' land All up through the seaports and into their hands Look away said they across this mighty land >From the eastern shore to the western strand Bring in the workers and bring up the rails We gotta lay down the tracks and tear up the trails Open 'er heart let the life blood flow Gotta get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow Bring in the workers and bring up the rails We're gonna lay down the tracks and tear up the trails Open 'er heart let the life blood flow Gotta get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow Get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow Behind the blue Rockies the sun is declinin' The stars, they come stealin' at the close of the day Across the wide prairie our loved ones lie sleeping Beyond the dark oceans in a place far away We are the navvies who work upon the railway Swingin' our hammers in the bright blazin' sun Livin' on stew and drinkin' bad whiskey Bendin' our old backs 'til the long days are done We are the navvies who work upon the railway Swingin' our hammers in the bright blazin' sun Layin' down track and buildin' the bridges Bendin' our old backs 'til the railroad is done So over the mountains and over the plains Into the muskeg and into the rain Up the St. Lawrence all the way to Gaspe Swingin' our hammers and drawin' our pay Drivin' 'em in and tyin' 'em down Away to the bunkhouse and into the town A dollar a day and a place for my head A drink to the livin' and a toast to the dead Oh the song of the future has been sung All the battles have been won O'er the mountain tops we stand All the world at our command We have opened up the soil With our teardrops and our toil For there was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun Long before the white man and long before the wheel When the green dark forest was too silent to be real When the green dark forest was too silent to be real And many are the dead men too silent to be real |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold (1975)
Softly she comes
Whispers the breeze with her passing In secret love she is laughing Softly she comes in the night Softly she sighs Sweetly she lies never sleeping Her fragrance all in my keeping Softly she comes in the night Down the darkened hall I hear her footsteps on my stair And she is in my arms once more Then softly she goes Her shining lips in the shadows Whisper goodbye at my window Softly she goes in the dawn Down the darkened hall I hear her footsteps on my stair And she is in my arms once more Then softly she goes Her shining lips in the shadows Whisper goodbye at my window Softly she goes in the dawn Softly she goes in the dawn |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold (1975)
That's what you get for lovin' me
That's what you get for lovin' me Ev'ry thing you had is gone As you can see That's what you get for lovin' me I ain't the kind to hang around With any new love that I found 'Cause movin' is my stock in trade I'm movin' on I won't think of you when I'm gone. So don't you shed a tear for me B'cause I ain't the love you thought I'd be I got a hundred more like you So don't be blue I'll have a thousand 'fore I'm through Now there you go you're cryin' again Now there you go you're cryin' again But then someday when your poor heart Is on the mend Well I just might pass this way again That's what you get for lovin' me That's what you get for lovin' me Everything you had is gone As you can see That's what you get for lovin' me That's what you get for lovin' me |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold (1975)
Well I got my mail late last night
A letter from a girl who found the time to write To her lonesome boy somewheres in the night She sent me a railroad ticket too To take me to her lovin' arms And the big steel rail gonna carry me home to the one I love Ooooh oooo oo whu hu hoo Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo oo Well I bin out here many a long days I haven't found a place that I could call my own Not a two bit bed to lay my body on I bin stood up I bin shook down I bin dragged into the sand And the big steel rail gonna carry me home to the one I love Well I bin up tight most every night Walkin' along the streets of this old town Not a friend to tell my troubles to My good old car she done broke down 'Cause i drove it into the ground And the big steel rail gonna carry me home to the one I love Well I look over yonder across the plain The big drive wheels are poundin' along the ground Gonna get on board and I'll be homeward bound Now I ain't had a home cooked meal And Lord I need one now And the big steel rail gonna carry me home to the one I love Now here I am with my hat in hand Standin' on the broad highway will you give a ride To a lonesome boy who missed the train last night I went in town for one last round And I gambled my ticket away And the big steel rail won't carry me home to the one I love |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold (1975)
When I woke this mornin', something inside of me told me this would be
my day I heard the morning train, I felt the wind change, too many times I'm on my way Come on sunshine, what can you show me Where can you take me to make me understand The wind can shake me, brothers forsake me The rain can touch me, but can I touch the rain And then I saw the sunrise above the cotton sky like a candycane delight I saw the milkman, I saw the business man, I saw the only road in sight Then I got to thinkin' what makes you want to go, to know the wherefore and the why So many times now, oh Lord I can't remember if it's September or July Then all at once it came to me, I saw the wherefore, and you can see it if you try It's in the sun above, it's in the one you love, you'll never know the reason why Come on sunshine, what can you show me Where can you take me to make me understand The wind can shake me, brothers forsake me The rain can touch me, but can I touch the rain So much to lose, so much to gain |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold (1975)
Upon the bitter green she walked the hills above the town
Echo to her footsteps as soft as Eider down Waiting for her master to kiss away her tears Waiting through the years Bitter Green they called her Walking in the sun Loving everyone that she met Bitter Green they called her Waiting in the sun Waiting for someone to take her home Some say he was a sailor who died away at sea Some say he was a prisoner who never was set free Lost upon the ocean he died there in the mist Dreaming of her kiss Bitter Green they called her Walking in the sun Loving everyone that she met Bitter Green they called her Waiting in the sun Waiting for someone to take her home But now the bitter green is gone, the hills have turned to rust There comes a weary stranger, his tears fall in the dust Kneeling by the churchyard in the autumn mist Dreaming of a kiss Bitter Green they called her Walking in the sun Loving everyone that she met Bitter Green they called her Waiting in the sun Waiting for someone to take her home |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold (1975)
In the early morning rain
With a dollar in my hand With an achin' in my heart And my pockets full of sand I'm a long way from home And I miss my loved ones so In the early morning rain With no place to go Out on runway number nine Big seven-o-seven set to go But I'm stuck here in the grass Where the cold wind blows Now the liquor tasted good And the women all were fast Well there she goes my friend Well she's rollin' down at last Hear the mighty engines roar See the silver bird on high She's away and westward bound Far above the clouds she'll fly Where the mornin' rain don't fall And the sun always shines She'll be flyin' o'er my home In about three hours time This old airport's got me down It's no earthly good to me 'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground As cold and drunk as I can be You can't jump a jet plane Like you can a freight train So I'd best be on my way In the early morning rain You can't jump a jet plane Like you can a freight train So I'd best be on my way In the early morning rain |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold (1975)
The minstrel of the dawn is here
To make you laugh and bend your ear Up the steps you'll hear him climb All full of thoughts, all full of rhymes Listen to the pictures flow Across the room into your mind they go Listen to the strings They jangle and dangle While the old guitar rings The minstrel of the dawn is he Not too wise but oh so free He'll talk of life out on the street He'll play it sad and say it sweet Look into his shining face Of lonelines you'll always find a trace Just like me and you He's tryin' to get into things More happy than blue A minstrel of the changin' tide He'll ask for nothing but his pride Just sit him down upon that chair Go fetch some wine and set it there Listen to the pictures flow Across the room into your mind they go Listen to the strings They jangle and dangle While the old guitar rings A minstrel of the dawn is near Just like a step 'n fetchit here He's like an old time troubador Just wanting life and nothing more Look into his shining eyes And if you see a ghost don't be surprised Like me and you He's tryin' to get into things More happy than blue The minstrel boy will understand He holds a promise in his hand He talks of better days ahead And by his words your fortune's read Listen to the pictures flow Across the room into your mind they go Listen to the strings They jangle and dangle While the old guitar rings The minstrel of the dawn is gone I hope he'll call before too long And if you meet him you must be The victim of his minstrelsy He'll sing for you a song The minstrel of the dawn |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold (1975)
I can see her lyin' back in her faded dress
In a room where ya do what ya don't confess Sundown ya better take care If I find you bin creepin' 'round my back stairs Sundown ya better take care If I find you bin creepin' 'round my back stairs She's bin lookin' like a queen in a sailor's dream And she don't always say what she really means Sometimes I think it's a shame When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain Sometimes I think it's a shame When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain I can picture every move that a man could make Getting lost in her lovin' is your first mistake Sundown ya better take care If I find you bin creepin' 'round my back stairs Sometimes I think it's a sin When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin again I can see her lookin' fast in her faded jeans She's a hard lovin' woman, got me feelin' mean Sometimes I think it's a shame When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain Sundown ya better take care If I find you bin creepin' 'round my back stairs Sundown ya better take care If I find you bin creepin' 'round my back stairs Sometimes I think it's a sin When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin' again |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold (1975)
At times I just don't know
How you could be anything but beautiful I think that I was made for you And you were made for me And I know that I will never change Cause we've been friends through rain or shine For such a long, long time Laughing eyes and smiling face It's seems so lucky just to have the right Of telling you with all my might You're beautiful tonight And I know that you will never stray Cause ya been that way from day to day For such a long, long time And when ya hold me tight How could life be anything but beautiful I think that I was made for you And you were made for me And I know that I will never change Cause we've been friends through rain or shine For such a long, long time And I must say that it means so much to me Just to be the one who's telling you I'm telling you That you're beautiful |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold (1975)
He came down throught fields of green
On the summer side of life His love was ripe There were no illusions On the summer side of life Only tenderness And if you saw him now You'd wonder why he would cry The whole day long There were young girls everywhere On the summer side of life The talked all night To the young men that they knew On the summer side of life Goin' off to fight And if you saw them now You'd wonder why they would cry The whole day long He came down through field of green On the summer side of life He prayed all night Then he walked into a house Where love had been misplaced His chance to waste And if you saw him now You'd wonder why he would cry The whole day long |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold (1975)
Rainy day people always seem to know when it's time to call.
Rainy day people don't talk they just listen till they've heard it all. Rainy day lovers don't lie when they tell you they've been down like you. Rainy day people don't mind if you're cryin?a tear or two. If you get lonely, all you really need is that rainy day love. Rainy day people all know there's no sorrow they can't rise above. Rainy day lovers don't love any others that would not be kind. Rainy day people all know how it hangs on their peace of mind. (Lead break) Rainy day lovers don't lie when they tell you they've been down there, too. Rainy day people don't mind if you're cryin?a tear or two. Rainy day people always seem to know when you're feelin?blue I steps and stutters around in the gutters sometimes need one, too. Take it or leave it or try to believe it, f you've been down too long, Rainy day lovers don't hide love inside, they just pass it on. Rainy day lovers don't hide love inside, they just pass it on. |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold (1975)
There's a house on a hill
By a worn down weathered old mill In the valley below where the river winds There's no such thing as bad times And a soft southern flame Oh Cotton Jenny's her name She wakes me up when the sun goes down And the wheels of love go 'round Wheels of love go 'round Love go 'round, love go 'round A joyful sound I ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend But then the wheels go 'round When the new day begins I go down to the cotton gin And I make my time worth while to them Then I climb back up again And she waits by the door Oh Cotton Jenny I'm sore And she rubs my feet while the sun goes down And the wheels of love go 'round Wheels of love go 'round Love go 'round, love go 'round A joyful sound I ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend But then the wheels go 'round In the hot, sickly South When they say we'll shut my mouth I can never be free from the cotton grind But I know I got what's mine She's a soft southern flame Oh Cotton Jenny's her name She wakes me up when the sun goes down And the wheels of love go 'round Wheels of love go 'round Love go 'round, love go 'round A joyful sound I ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend But then the wheels go 'round |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold (1975)
Through the woodland, through the valley
Comes a horseman wild and free Tilting at the windmills passing Who can the brave young horseman be He is wild but he is mellow He is strong but he is weak He is cruel but he is gentle He is wise but he is meek Reaching for his saddlebag He takes a battered book into his hand Standing like a prophet bold He shouts across the ocean to the shore Till he can shout no more I have come o'er moor and mountain Like the hawk upon the wing I was once a shining knight Who was the guardian of a king I have searched the whole world over Looking for a place to sleep I have seen the strong survive And I have seen the lean grown weak See the children of the earth Who wake to find the table bare See the gentry in the country Riding off to take the air Reaching for his saddlebag He takes a rusty sword into his hand Then striking up a knightly pose He shouts across the ocean to the shore Till he can shout no more See the jailor with his key Who locks away all trace of sin See the judge upon the bench Who tries the case as best he can See the wise and wicked ones Who feed upon life's sacred fire See the soldier with his gun Who must be dead to be admired See the man who tips the needle See the man who buys and sells See the man who puts the collar On the ones who dare not tell See the drunkard in the tavern Stemming gold to make ends meet See the youth in ghetto black Condemned to life upon the street Reaching for his saddlebag He takes a tarnished cross into his hand Then standing like a preacher now He shouts across the ocean to the shore Then in a blaze of tangled hooves He gallops off across the dusty plain In vain to search again Where no one will hear Through the woodland, through the valley Comes a horseman wild and free Tilting at the windmills passing Who can the brave young horseman be He is wild but he is mellow He is strong but he is weak He is cruel but he is gentle He is wise but he is meek |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold (1975)
Rows of lights in a circle of steel
Where you place your bets on a great big wheel High windows flickerin' down through the snow A time you know Sights and sounds of the people goin' 'round Everybody's in step with the season A child is born to a welfare case Where the rats run around like they own the place The room is chilly, the building is old That's how it goes The doctor's found on his welfare round And he comes and he leaves on the double Deck The Halls was the song they played In the flat next door where they shout all day She tips her gin bottle back till it's gone The child is strong A week, a day, they will take it away For they know about all her bad habits Christmas dawns and the snow lets up And the sun hits the handle of her heirloom cup She hides her face in her hands for a while Says look here child Your father's pride was his means to provide And he's servin' three years for that reason Rows of lights in a circle of steel Where you place your bets on a great big wheel High windows flickerin' down through the snow A time you know Sights and sounds of the people goin' 'round Everybody's in step with the season |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold (1975)
Get out old Dan's records
Get out old Dan's records We will dance the whole night long It's fun to play the old time songs If old Dan could see us now I know he'd be so proud Bring out old Dan's records Bring out old Dan's records I remember my Aunt Bea She'd dance with Dan till two or three If old Dan could see he now I know he'd shout out loud Dig out old Dan's records Bring out old Dan's records We're all here, we've all got dates We'll dance all night to the seventy-eights If old Dan could see us now I know he'd be so proud If old Dan were with us still I know he'd come around Get out old Dan's records Dig out old Dan's records Back to nineteen thirty-five The foxtrot, jitterbug 'n jive If old Dan could see us now I know he'd be so proud Get out old Dan's records Bring out old Dan's records High above the fireplace There's a smile on old Dan's face If old Dan could see us now I know he'd be so proud If old Dan were with us still I know he'd come around |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold (1975)
If you could read my mind love,
what a tale my thoughts could tell. Just like an old time movie about a ghost from a wishing well. In a castle dark or a fortress strong with chains upon my feet. You know that ghost is me and I will never be set free as long as I'm a ghost that you can see. If I could read your mind love, what a tale your thoughts could tell. Just like a paperback novel, the kind the drugstore sells. When you reach the part where the heartaches come the hero would be me. Heroes often fail. And you won't read that book again because the endings just to hard to take. I walk away like a movie star who gets burned in a three way script. Enter number two, a movie queen to play the scene of bringing all the good things out in me, but for now love lets be real. I never thought I could act this way and I've got to say that I just don't get it. I don't know where we went wrong but the feelings gone and I just can't get it back. If you could read my mind love, what a tale my thoughts could tell. Just like an old time movie about a ghost from a wishing well. In a castle dark or a fortress strong with chains upon my feet the story always ends. And if you read between the lines you'll know that I'm just trying to understand the feeling that you left. I never thought I could feel this way and I got to say that I just don't get it. I don't know where we went wrong but the feelings gone and I just can't get it back. |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold (1975)
All you need is time
All you need is time, time, time to make me bend Give it a try, don't be rude Put it to the test and I'll give it right back to you It's cold on the shoulder And you know that we get a little older every day Kick it around, take it to town Try to defy what you feel inside You better be strong Your love belongs to us It's cold on the shoulder And you know that we get a little older every day All I need is trust All I need is trust, trust, trust to make it show I don't want to know everything you done If you get a tip then tell it to the eskimos It's cold on the shoulder And you know that we get a little older every day It's cold on the shoulder And you know that we get a little older every day All we need is faith All we need is faith, faith, faith to make it nice Kick it around, don't be rude If you're gonna make a mistake don't you make it twice It's cold on the shoulder And you know that we get a little older every day It's cold on the shoulder And you know that we get a little older every day It's cold on the shoulder And you know that we get a little older every day It's cold on the shoulder And you know that we get a little older every day |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold (1975)
Pickin' up the pieces of my sweet shattered dream
I wonder how the old folks are tonight Her name was Ann and I'll be damned if I recall her face She left me not knowin' what to do Carefree highway, let me slip away on you Carefree highway, you seen better days The mornin' after blues from my head down to my shoes Carefree highway, let me slip away Slip away on you Turnin' back the pages to the times I love best I wonder if she'll ever do the same Now the thing that I call livin' is just bein' satisfied With knowin' I got no one left to blame Carefree highway, got ta see you my old flame Carefree highway, you seen better days The mornin' after blues from my head down to my shoes Carefree highway, let me slip away Slip away on you Searchin' through the fragments of my dream-shattered sleep I wonder if the years have closed her mind I guess it must be wanderlust or tryin' to get free From the good old faithful feelin' we once knew Carefree highway, let me slip away on you Carefree highway, you seen better days The mornin' after blues from my head down to my shoes Carefree highway, let me slip away Slip away on you Let me slip away on you Carefree highway, got ta see you my old flame Carefree highway, you seen better days The mornin' after blues from my head down to my shoes Carefree highway, let me slip away Slip away on you |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - If You Could Read My Mind (1987)
The minstrel of the dawn is here
To make you laugh and bend your ear Up the steps you'll hear him climb All full of thoughts, all full of rhymes Listen to the pictures flow Across the room into your mind they go Listen to the strings They jangle and dangle While the old guitar rings The minstrel of the dawn is he Not too wise but oh so free He'll talk of life out on the street He'll play it sad and say it sweet Look into his shining face Of lonelines you'll always find a trace Just like me and you He's tryin' to get into things More happy than blue A minstrel of the changin' tide He'll ask for nothing but his pride Just sit him down upon that chair Go fetch some wine and set it there Listen to the pictures flow Across the room into your mind they go Listen to the strings They jangle and dangle While the old guitar rings A minstrel of the dawn is near Just like a step 'n fetchit here He's like an old time troubador Just wanting life and nothing more Look into his shining eyes And if you see a ghost don't be surprised Like me and you He's tryin' to get into things More happy than blue The minstrel boy will understand He holds a promise in his hand He talks of better days ahead And by his words your fortune's read Listen to the pictures flow Across the room into your mind they go Listen to the strings They jangle and dangle While the old guitar rings The minstrel of the dawn is gone I hope he'll call before too long And if you meet him you must be The victim of his minstrelsy He'll sing for you a song The minstrel of the dawn |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - If You Could Read My Mind (1987)
Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Waiting for a train, When I's feelin' as fadded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down Just before it rained It rode us all the way from New Orleans I pulled my harpoon out my dirty red bandanna I's playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues Winsheild wipers slappin' time I's holdin' Bobby's hand in mine And we sang every song that driver knew Freedom's just another word For nothing left to loose Well nothing ain't nothing hun if it ain't free (da da) And feeling good was easy lord when he sang the blues Feeling good was good enough for me (da da) Good enough ffor me and my Bobby MCGee From the Kentucky cold mines To the California Sun Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather, Through everything we'd done My Bobby, baby, kept me from the cold One day a misleading lord I let him slip away He's looking for that home And I hope he finds it Well I'd trade enough tomorrows for one single yesterday To be holding Bobby's body next to mine Freedom's just another word for nothing left to loose Now nothing, well that's all that Bobby left me Well feeling good was easy lord when he sang the blues Feeling good was good enough for me good enough for me mm hmm and my Bobby MCGee la da da da da (ect) my Bobby McGee la da da da da ect Hey don't boss my Bobby MCGee Oh I call him my lover, I call him my man, I'll call him my lover, do the best I can c'mon and my Bobby oh and my Bobby, Bobby McGee lo la lola lo Hey hey hey Bobby McGee |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - If You Could Read My Mind (1987)
If you'd like to spend the afternoon approaching lavender
You'll feel just fine but one thing's sure You'll never be the same If you'd like to try your hand at understanding lavender Then you must be very sure That life is not a game You might even learn a thing or two approaching lavender You'll soon be on a one night tour Forgetting your own name You won't need a reason just to be alone with lavender For the light so warm and pure Will draw you like a flame The colors that surround you there will be the shade of lavender Shadows dancing everywhere Like flowers in the rain You will find your tongue's on fire while lying next to lavender With words you never spoke before And will not speak again Oh sweet lavender I understand you perfectly There is no way that I can see You living by yourself Oh sweet lavendar I must be with you constantly Your presence means so much to me Much more that life itself Oh sweet lavender as fragrant as the name you bear Please cast away the clothes you wear And give your love to me Oh sweet lavender your smile is like the golden sun I'd love to see you laugh and run As naked as the sea If you'd like to spend the afternoon approaching lavender Don't try and get the best of her She will not share the blame If you'd like to try your hand at understanding lavender Then you must be very sure That life is not a game There is no shame |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - If You Could Read My Mind (1987)
I feel a blue 'cause I can't sew
There's still a lot of things that I should know Anyone can guess I don't know how to press My Saturday clothes Everyone's goin' home I feel a little sad to watch them leave But I'll be cool because I don't believe The happy times are gone I can still put on My Saturday clothes Every warm body knows I've got to tell you That was a swell time So now I'll take the butts away And put the glasses on the tray I'll see you all next Saturday I feel a little off because they're gone And if my gal were here I'd still be on But in a week or two There's lots of things to do In my Saturday clothes Everyone's gone home I've got to tell you That was a swell time So now I'll take the butts away And put the glasses on the tray I'll see you all next Saturday |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - If You Could Read My Mind (1987)
Poor little Allison
Standing in the night wind Wishing out loud Turning her face to the summer rain Poor little Allison Never had much goin' Hard to forget Always in step with the world she's in Never knowin' never feelin' Showin' so much pride Never sayin' what she's thinkin' Or feelin' deep inside Poor little Allison Dreaming of the right one Laughing out loud Lost in a crowd of fair weather friends Never knowin' never feelin' Showin' so much pride Never sayin' what she's thinkin' Or feelin' deep inside Poor little Allison Standing in the night wind, Wishing out loud Turning her face to the summer rain Hard to forget Always in step with the world she's in |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - If You Could Read My Mind (1987)
I'm standin' in the doorway
My head bowed in my hands Not knowin' where to sit Not knowin' where to stand My father looms above me For him there is no rest My mother's arms enfold me And hold me to her breast They say you been out wandrin' They say you travelled far Sit down young stranger And tell us who you are The room has all gone misty, My thoughts are all in spin Sit down young stranger And tell us where you been I've been up to the mountain I've walked down by the sea I never questioned no one And no one questioned me My love was given freely And oftimes was returned I never came to borrow I only came to learn Sometimes it would get lonely But it taught me how to cry And laughter came too easy For life to pass me by I never had a dollar That I didn't earn with pride Cause I had a million daydreams To keep me satisfied And will you gather daydreams Or will you gather wealth How can you find your fortune When you cannot find yourself My mother's eyes grow misty There's a tremblin' in her hand Sit down young stranger I do not understand Now will you try to tell us You been too long at school That knowledge is not needed That power does not rule That war is not the answer That young men should not die Sit down young stranger I wait for your reply The answer is not easy For souls are not reborn To wear the crown of peace You must wear the crown of thorns If jesus had a reason I'm sure he would not tell We treated him so badly How could he wish us well The parlor now is empty There's nothin' left to say My father has departed My mother's gone to pray There's rockets in the meadows And ships out on the sea The answer's in the forest Carved upon a tree John loves mary Does anyone love me |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - If You Could Read My Mind (1987)
If you could read my mind
If you could read my mind love What a tale my thoughts could tell Just like an old time movie bout a ghost from a wishin well In a castle dark or a fortress strong With chains upon my feet You know that ghost is me And I will never be set free As long as Im a ghost that you cant see If I could read your mind love What a tale your thoughts could tell Just like a paperback novel The kind that drugstores sell When you reach the part where the heartaches come The hero would be me But heroes often fail And you wont read that book again Because the endings just too hard to take Id walk away like a movie star Who gets burned in a three way script Enter number two A movie queen to play the scene Of bringing all the good things out in me But for now love, lets be real * I never thought I could act this way * And Ive got to say that I just dont get it I dont know where we went wrong But the feelins gone And I just cant get it back If you could read my mind love What a tale my thoughts could tell Just like an old time movie bout a ghost from a wishin well In a castle dark or a fortress strong With chains upon my feet But stories always end And if you read between the lines Youll know that Im just tryin to understand The feelins that you lack I never thought I could feel this way And Ive got to say that I just to get it I dont know where we went wrong But the feelins gone And I just cant get it back |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - If You Could Read My Mind (1987)
It's alright for some, but not alright for me
When the one that I'm lovin' slips around You think it's fine to do things I cannot see And you're doin' it to me, baby, can't you see That I know how it is? I can see it in your eyes and feel it in the way you kiss my lips I can hear it in your voice whenever we are talking like this I can see what you believe in when his name is mentioned and I die I can watch the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you close your eyes It's alright for some, but not alright to be Where the one that I'm lovin' can't be found The city where we live, might be quite large But the circle is small, why not tell us all, and then all of us will know? I can see it in your eyes and feel it in the way you kiss my lips I can hear it in your voice whenever we are talking like this I can see what you believe in when his name is mentioned and I die I can watch the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you close your eyes It's alright to leave, but not alright to lie When you come home and you can't say where you've been You think it's fine to do, things I cannot see And you're doin' it to me, baby, can't you see, that I know how it is? I can see it in your eyes and feel it in the way you kiss my lips I can hear it in your voice whenever we are talking like this I can see what you believe in when his name is mentioned and I die I can watch the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you close your eyes I can see it in your eyes and feel it in the way you kiss my lips I can hear it in your voice whenever we are talking like this I can see what you believe in when his name is mentioned and I die... |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - If You Could Read My Mind (1987)
Come to the door my pretty one
Put on your rings and precious things Hide all your tears as best you can Try to recall what used to be Roses are waiting for dewdrops to fall Climbing your windows and walls Bells in steeple are ringing, singing Listen to them talk about your love's return Let me come in my pretty one And try to undo what I have done For I must be forgiven now I will not lose what I have won Roses are waiting for dewdrops to fall Climbing your windows and walls Leaves in the garden are falling, calling Listen to them talk about your love's return Open the door my pretty one Wake from your sleep and take me home Open your eyes and look my way I cannot leave your love alone Roses are waiting for dewdrops to fall Climbing your windows and walls Bells in steeple are ringing, singing Listen to them talk about your love's return |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - If You Could Read My Mind (1987)
When it's midnight on the meadow
And the cats are in the shed And the river tells a story At the window by my bed If you listen very closely Be as quiet as you can In the yard you'll hear him It is the pony man We're always there to greet him When he tumbles into town He leads a string of ponies Some are white and some are brown And they never seem to kick or bite They only want to play And they live on candy apples Instead of oats and hay And when we're all assembled He gives a soft command And we climb aboard our ponies As in a row the stand Then down the road we gallop And across the fields we fly And soon we all go sailing off Into the midnight sky And as we gaily rock along Beside a ripplin' sea There's Tom 'n Dick 'n Sally And Mary Joe and me And the pony man is leading Cause he's travelled here before And he gives a whoop and a holler At Mr. Moon's front door And as we stop to rest a while Where the soda river glides Up to the slip comes a pirate ship To take us for a ride And the pony man's the captain And the children are the crew And we go in search of treasure And laugh the whole night through And when the hold is filled with gold And the sails begin to strain And the deck's piled high with apple pie We head for port again And down the whirling starcase So swift our ponies fly And we're safely in our beds again When the sunbeams kiss the sky When it's midnight on the meadow And the cats are in the shed And the river tells a story At the window by my bed If you listen very closely Be as quiet as you can In the yard you'll hear him It is the pony man |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Sundown (1987)
Out on the road like a low-down Joe
And the bar where we are is so cool I'd like to stay Misunderstood like I knew I would be The one I care for don't mind, she's built that way I would gladly offer you my love In this hotel in Somewhere U.S.A. This rental car never went so far But with each passing mile one more dream has turned to clay Now that we've met and your eyes are all wet Let me fetch my guitar, there's a song I'd like to play I would gladly offer you my song In this hotel in Somewhere U.S.A. One never knows where the good times go If you got some to spend, we'll do anything you say I'd never lie, well you know I've tried Though you think it's the drink that has made me behave this way I would gladly offer you my love In this hotel in Somewhere U.S.A. |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Sundown (1987)
With ladylike devotion, she sails the bitter ocean,
if it wasn't for lovesick sailors, there'd be nothin' left but flotsam. Singin' why, me oh my, is there a better man than I? I hope you find your way back home, before you're lyin, high and dry, I hope you find your way back home before you die. Her sails below like bubbles, while you sip your daily doubles, if she wasn't so fond of the weather, she might give the deckhands trouble, Singin' why, me oh my, is there a better man than I? I hope you find your way back home, before you're lyin, high and dry, I hope you find your way back home before you die. One day when I grew older, I found I could not hold her, she took on a fine young skipper, who soon ran her up on a boulder. Singin' why, me oh my, is there a better man than I? I hope you find your way back home, before you're lyin, high and dry, I hope you find your way back home before you die. Now the pleasures of the harbor, don't include a lady barber, if it wasn't for Long John Silver, all of us pirates would've been martyrs, Singin' why, me oh my, is there a better man than I? I hope you find your way back home, before you're lyin, high and dry, I hope you find your way back home, before you're lyin, high and dry, I hope you find your way back home before you die. |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Sundown (1987)
Seven islands to the high side of the bay, 'cross the bay
To the sunset through the blue light of a fiery autumn haze We went walking on the high side of the bay on a chilly morn And we saw how leaves had fallen on the beds where trees are born Any man in his right mind could not fail to be made aware Any woman with a gift of wisdom would not seek her answers there Seven islands to the high side of the bay if you're looking west To the sunset you can see it, all in fiery autumn dress Anytime would be the right time to come up to your bed of boughs Anybody with a wish to wander could not fail but to be aroused Living high in the city, guess you think it's a pretty good way You get to learn but when you get burned you got nothing to say You seem to think because you got chicken to go you're in luck Fortune will not find you in your mansion or your truck Brothers will desert you when you're down and shit out'a luck Look around at the morning, guess you're doing the best you can Surely you know that when you go nobody gives you a hand Think of the air you're breathing in, think of the time you waste Think of the right and wrong and consider the frown on your face It's time you tried living on the high side of the bay, you need a rest Any woman or a man with a wish to fade away could be so blessed Fortune will not find you in your mansion turned to gold Brothers will desert you when your nights turn long and cold If you feel it you better believe it, you're gonna see it, do you really know It is rising like a feather, dipping and dancing from below There's a new wave that is breaking in the wake of a passing ship Every nation's gonna be shaken, put it together, don't let it slip It's time you tried living on the high side of the bay, you need a rest Any man or a woman with a wish to fade away could be so blessed Seven islands to the high side of the bay, 'cross the bay To the sunset through the blue light of a fiery autumn haze To the sunset through the blue light of a fiery autumn haze |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Sundown (1987)
Rows of lights in a circle of steel
Where you place your bets on a great big wheel High windows flickerin' down through the snow A time you know Sights and sounds of the people goin' 'round Everybody's in step with the season A child is born to a welfare case Where the rats run around like they own the place The room is chilly, the building is old That's how it goes The doctor's found on his welfare round And he comes and he leaves on the double Deck The Halls was the song they played In the flat next door where they shout all day She tips her gin bottle back till it's gone The child is strong A week, a day, they will take it away For they know about all her bad habits Christmas dawns and the snow lets up And the sun hits the handle of her heirloom cup She hides her face in her hands for a while Says look here child Your father's pride was his means to provide And he's servin' three years for that reason Rows of lights in a circle of steel Where you place your bets on a great big wheel High windows flickerin' down through the snow A time you know Sights and sounds of the people goin' 'round Everybody's in step with the season |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Sundown (1987)
Is there anyone home in this house made of stone?
Anyone inside know my name I've been around for a half of a hundred days. Never saw a door shut so tight Turn around, don't look down There's a man behind you with a gun Like any wandering child in the wilderness, Wild and uncaged are your ways I think I heard Someone stirred I think I heard Someone stirred There's a light around you I've come to switch it on It will brighten every room Don't be ashamed if you feel a whole lot warmer in you heart. You got that feelin' in your soul Is there anyone home in this house made of stone? Anyone in there who might care I've grown weary and wise and I feel much amazed. Got a few good tales to unwind Turn around, don't look down There's a man behind you with a gun. Like any wandering minstrel I've dawned in the house of a thousand delights. I think I heard Someone stirred I think I heard Someone stirred I think I heard Someone stirred I think I heard Someone stirred I think I heard Someone stirred I think I heard Someone stirred |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Sundown (1987)
Just like birds of a feather
We too have followed the golden sun It feels so good, Knowin' the watchman's gone If I give you a rose, buddy Would you please bury it in the fields? I seen a rose Watchin' it all fold out There's a train down at the station It's come to carry my bones away Two engines on Twenty-one coaches long End to end Twenty-one coaches bend The watchman's out Kickin' the bums about If I wait for the right moment You can bet I'll climb aboard unseen I've done it before I know I can do it in my sleep The watchman's out Kickin' the bums about The watchman's out Kickin' your dreams about As I leave you in the sunset Got one more nothin' I'd like to say "You don't know me A son of the sea am I" As I say to you, my brother If you live to follow the golden sun You better beware Knowin' the watchman's always there If you find me feedin' daisies Please turn my face up to the sky And leave me be Watchin' the moon roll by Whatever I was You know it was all because I've been on the town Washin' the bullshit down The watchman's out Kickin' your dreams about It feels so good Knowin' the watchman's gone It's like a song Knowin' the watchman's gone |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Sundown (1987)
I can see her lyin' back in her satin dress
In a room where you do what you don't confess Sundown, you better take care If I find you bin creepin' round my back stairs Sundown, you better take care If I find you bin creepin' round my back stairs She's bin lookin' like a queen in a sailor's dream And she don't always say what she really means Sometimes I think it's a shame When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain Sometimes I think it's a shame When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain I can picture ev'ry move that a man could make Gettin' lost in her lovin' is your first mistake Sundown, you better take care If I find you bin creepin' round my back stairs Sometimes I think it's a sin When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin' again I can see her lookin' fast in her faded jeans She's a hard lovin' woman, got me feelin' mean Sometimes I think it's a shame When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain Sundown, you better take care If I find you bin creepin' round my back stairs Sundown you better take care If I find you bin creepin' round my back stairs Sometimes I think it's a sin When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin' again |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Sundown (1987)
Picking up the pieces of my sweet shattered dream
I wonder how the old folks are tonight Her name was Ann and I'll be damned if I recall her face She left me not knowing what to do Carefree highway, let me slip away on you Carefree highway, you seen better days The morning after blues from my head down to my shoes Carefree highway, let me slip away, slip away on you Turning back the pages to the times I love best I wonder if she'll ever do the same Now the thing that I call living is just being satisfied With knowing I got no one left to blame Carefree highway, got to see you my old flame Carefree highway, you seen better days The morning after blues from my head down to my shoes Carefree highway, let me slip away, slip away on you Searching through the fragments of my dream shattered sleep I wonder if the years have closed her mind I guess it must be wanderlust or trying to get free From the good old faithful feeling we once knew Carefree highway, let me slip away on you Carefree highway, you seen better days The morning after blues from my head down to my shoes Carefree highway, let me slip away, slip away on you Let me slip away on you Carefree highway, got to see you my old flame Carefree highway, you seen better days The morning after blues from my head down to my shoes Carefree Highway, let me slip away, slip away on you |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Sundown (1987)
There's a little room on my list for tonight
Will ya be the one to fill it in Toss around what is up, what is down In between, would ya like to dream Step on in, ya don't have to play to win But then you might There's a little song on my list for tonight Would ya like to try and make it rhyme Sing and sway, if your heart feels that way We can leave the blues behind There's a little lovin' on my list for tonight With a bit of luck, I'll check it off Toss around what is up, what is down In between, d' ya know what I mean Rain, rain all day long You've made it pay, you can do no wrong tonight Pick and grin, ya don't have to play to win But then you might Thick and thin, ya don't have to play to win But then you might There's a little room on my list for tonight Will ya be the one to fill it in Toss around what is up, what is down In between, would ya like to dream Step on in, ya don't have to play to win But then you might Thick and thin, ya don't have to play to win But then you might |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Sundown (1987)
It was only yesterday
When I heard the teacher say Patiently, one and two make three We were children, you and me Let us pray for the ones they call The children of today Nothin' left but promises Nothin' much is certain All we see is want and need across the board, why thank you lord We're livin' in the glory of your care Skies of blue have all turned brown To the sound of cryin Lord abide, let us stem the tide Of broken dreams Sometimes you seem to tell us It's too late for prayin' See the ocean wild and blue Think of all that's in her She will not surrender to the likes of us, but then she must They tell us, wise men tell us, it's too late For each child with eyes that smile There'll be ten more cryin' Lord abide, let us stem the time Of helplessness But then I guess we're livin' Is it too late for prayin' Nothin' here but grains of sand Nothin' much worth savin' Guess we've all got problems of our own to bear, and still we share Tomorrow could get better than today To the ones who've loved in vain Will ya be beholden Lord abide, let us stem the tide Of broken dreams Sometimes ya seem to tell us It's too late for prayin' |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Summertime Dream (1987)
You think you had the last laugh
Now you know this can't be true Even though the sun shines down upon you now Sometimes you must feel blue You make the best of each new day You try not to be sad Even though the sky falls down upon you Call it midnight feelin' bad When you wake up to the promise Of your dream world comin' true With one less friend to call on Was it someone that I knew Away you will go sailin' In a race among the ruins If you plan to face tomorrow Do it soon The road to love is littered By the bones of other ones Who by the magic of the moment Were mysteriously undone You try to understand it But you never seem to find Any kind of freedom comin' clean Is just another state of mind When you wake up to the promise Of your dream world comin' true With one less friend to call on Was it someone that I knew Away you will go sailin' In a race among the ruins If you plan to face tomorrow Do it soon So take the best of all that's left You know this cannot last Even though your mother was you maker >From her apron strings you pass Just think about the fool Who by his virtue can be found In a most unusual situation Playin' jester to the clown When you wake up to the promise Of your dream world comin' true With one less friend to call on Was it someone that I knew Away you will go sailin' In a race among the ruins If you plan to face tomorrow Do it soon When you wake up to the promise Of your dream world comin' true With one less friend to call on Was it someone that I knew Away you will go sailin' In a race among the ruins If you plan to face tomorrow Do it soon |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Summertime Dream (1987)
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee' The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty. That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed When the gales of November came early. The ship was the pride of the American side Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most With a crew and good captain well seasoned Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms When they left fully loaded for Cleveland And later that night when the ship's bell rang Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'? The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound And a wave broke over the railing And every man knew, as the captain did too, T'was the witch of November come stealin'. The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait When the Gales of November came slashin'. When afternoon came it was freezin' rain In the face of a hurricane west wind. When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'. Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya. At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in, he said Fellas, it's been good t'know ya The captain wired in he had water comin' in And the good ship and crew was in peril. And later that night when his lights went outta sight Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Does any one know where the love of God goes When the waves turn the minutes to hours? The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her. They might have split up or they might have capsized; May have broke deep and took water. And all that remains is the faces and the names Of the wives and the sons and the daughters. Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings In the rooms of her ice-water mansion. Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams; The islands and bays are for sportsmen. And farther below Lake Ontario Takes in what Lake Erie can send her, And the iron boats go as the mariners all know With the Gales of November remembered. In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed, In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral. The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald. The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call 'Gitche Gumee'. Superior, they said, never gives up her dead When the gales of November come early! |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Summertime Dream (1987)
I think you have somebody waiting outside in the rain to take you away
You got places to go, you got people to see still I'm gonna miss you but anyway I wish you good spaces in the far away places you go If it rains or it snows may you be safe and warm and never grow old And if you need somebody some time, you know I will always be there I'll do it although I'm not supposed to care I'll give you the keys to my flying machine if you'd like I will show you the light and when you call I'm gonna come to you And when you find someone who loves you, I'll know you would treat me the same Just lie there, you're not supposed to care I think you have somebody waiting outside in the rain to take you away. That's some kind of a game still I'm glad it came down to the final round but anyway If you think you need someone who needs you, you know I will always be there I'll do it although I'm not supposed to care I'll do it although I'm not supposed to care |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Summertime Dream (1987)
A one man band on a one night stand
As a one man band should be The cried for more, he replied why sure And he played one just for free The sounds he laid down, the songs he played Made the ladies all come to call He was born in the back of a Seminole bus On the road to Niagara Falls I'd do it again, said I'd do it again I'd do it again The one man band philosophical man Didn't lie when he said to us I seen the high rollers come and go It's the holy rollers I trust The man said then he was sixteen when He retired from the county school A wee bit thin with a will to begin He was known to be no man's fool I'd do it again, I'd do it again He said I'd do it again, I'd do it again I'd do it again The one man band was a mighty good man Cause he played 'til the break of dawn He ups and downs about four more rounds And he stayed 'til the crowd went home It seemed to me like he never could be Like anything I'd ever seen before When he stepped from the stage with his ax in his hand And he run through the backstage door I'd do it again, he said I'd do it again I'd do it again A one man band on a one night stand As a one man band should be They cried for more, he replied why sure And he played one just for free |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Summertime Dream (1987)
I remember when best friends were jealous lovers
Lyin' warm asleep beneath the covers Dreaming of belonging to each other And so we tried, never too close Never too near, dyin' in time And so we cried but that is alright We meant no one no harm I remember when best friends were not mistaken Long before that freedom was forsaken Learnin' about all the good things In the world worth believin' And so we tried, never too close Never too near, dyin' in time And so we cried but that is alright We meant no one no harm I remember when jealous lovers would stick together When the days were warm and the nights more tender When the bonds of truth were not made to measure And so we tried, never too close Never too near, dyin' in time And so we cried but that is alright We meant no one no harm Try, try as you will Following dreams never fulfilled And so we cried but that is alright We meant no one no harm |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Summertime Dream (1987)
Who are these ones who would lead us now
To the sound of a thousand guns Storm the gates of hell itself To the tune of a single drum Where are the girls of the neighborhood bars Whose loves were lost at sea In the hills of France and on German soil From Saigon to Wounded Knee Who come from long lines of soldiers Whose duty was fulfilled In the words of a warrior's will And protocol Where are the boys in their coats of blue Who flew when their eyes were blind Was God in town for the Roman games Was he there when the deals were signed Who are the kings in their coats of mail Who rode by the cross to die Did they all go down into worthiness Is it wrong for a king to cry And who are these ones who would have us now Whose presence is concealed Whose nature is revealed In a time bomb And last of all you old seadogs Who travel after whale You'd storm the gates of hell itself For the taste of a mermaid's tail Who come from long lines of skippers Whose duty was fulfilled In the words of a warrior's will And protocol |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Summertime Dream (1987)
Go first in the world, go forth with your fears
Remember a price must be paid Be always too soon, be never too fast At the time when all bets must be laid Beware of the darkness, be kind to your children Remember the woman who waits And the house you live in will never fall down If you pity the stranger who stands at your gate When you're caught by the gale and you're full under sail Beware of the dangers below And the song that you sing should not be too sad And be sure not to sing it too slow Be calm in the face of all common disgraces And know what they're doin' it for And the house you live in will never fall down If you pity the stranger who stands at your door When you're out on the road and feelin' quite lost Consider the burden of fame And he who is wise will not criticize When other men fail at the game Beware of strange faces and dark dingy places Be careful while bending the law And the house you live in will never fall down If you pity the stranger who stands at your door When you're down in the dumps and not ready to deal Decide what it is that you need Is it money or love, is it learning to live Or is it the mouth you must feed Be known as a man who will always be candid On questions that do not relate And the house you live in will never fall down If you pity the stranger who stands at the gate And the house you live in will never fall down If you pity the stranger who stands at the gate |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Summertime Dream (1987)
Where the road runs down by the butternut grove
To old Bill Skinner's stream Do tell at the noonday bell It's time for a summertime dream In a lunch pail town in a one horse way You can live like a king and queen Let's steal away in the noonday sun It's time for a summertime dream Birds in all creation will be twitterin' in the trees And down below's a pond I know You can swim in it if you please And if you come 'round when the mill shuts down You can see what chivalry means Let's steal away in the noonday sun It's time for a summertime dream On a trip on down to wonderland In love among the flowers Where time gets lost with no straw boss Tallyin' up the hours Where the road runs down by the butternut grove To old Bill Skinner's stream Do tell at the noonday bell It's time for a summertime dream Birds in all creation will be twitterin' in the trees And down below's a pond I know You can swim in it if you please So if you come 'round when the mill shuts down You can see what chivalry means Let's steal away in the noonday sun It's time for a summertime dream |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Summertime Dream (1987)
Let go darlin'
I can feel the night wind call Guess I'd better go I like you more than half as much As I love your Spanish moss Spanish moss hangin' down Sweeter than the southern love we've found Spanish moss Keeps on followin' my thoughts around Georgia pine and Ripple wine Memories of Savannah summertime Spanish moss Wish you knew what I was sayin' So I'm rollin' north thinkin' Of the way things might have been If she and I could have changed it all somehow Spanish moss hangin' down Lofty as the sycamore you've found Spanish moss Keeps on followin' my thoughts around Georgia pine and Ripple wine Kisses mixed with moonshine and red clay Spanish moss Wish you knew what I was sayin' So I'm rollin' north thinkin' Of the way things might have been If she and I could have changed it all somehow Let go darlin' I can feel the night wind call The devil take the cost I like the way your kisses flow and I love your Spanish moss |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Summertime Dream (1987)
The space shuttle ends where the subway begins
There's a tear on the face of the moon From dusk until dawn they have searched all day long But there's too many clues in this room At best it is said we've been locked deep inside Of an old sea man's chest full of charts Where maps are contained and what's left of his brains When his crew threw his balls to the sharks All around the looking glass Dancing to a tune Sweeping out the house with a fine tooth comb Which history's shown Leads to ruin In a word it is said that at times we must fall But the worst of it all was the lies We died for the cause just like regular outlaws In the dust of an old lawman's eyes In times best forgot there was peace there was not In her pains mother earth came to bloom Her children were born in the eye of the storm And there's too many clues in this room The power that is stored in this no man's land of chance Is the someone who knows what they're doin' The old soldiers say in their own crusty way We've got too many troops in this room All around the looking glass Dancing to a tune Sweeping out the house with a fine tooth comb Which history's shown Leads to ruin The space shuttle ends where the subway begins Praise the lord there's a train leavin' soon From dusk until dawn they have searched all day long But there's too many clues in this room |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - East Of Midnight (1987)
If you've got a heartache
Of the kind that will not pass by Even if you don't see the end Of what lies beyond the bend Don't stay that way It's all in a day believe me Even the best of dreams must end Even so it grieves me Stay loose, don't fight it Let it take you all the way and If it's wrong, you will right it Do not waste these hours away How many times have I told you These are the tears I've shed Could it be that I need help Is it maybe I've come undone And one thing more You know it don't come easy Even the best of friends must part Even so it grieves me Stay loose, don't fight it Let love take a holiday If it's wrong, you're gonna right it Do not waste these hours away Soon the storm will be over And the clouds will all pass by To be insane beyond belief Is sometimes the best relief And one thing sure Love never did come easy Even the best of dreams must end Even so it grieves me Stay loose, don't fight it Let it take you all the way and If it's wrong, you will right it Do not waste these hours away Stay loose, don't fight it Let love take a holiday If it's wrong, you're gonna right it Do not waste these hours away |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - East Of Midnight (1987)
Pretty faces everywhere
A few hard cases stop and stare They've got charm that is not right Pretty faces late at nightMorning Glory what's the story Will it ever end I've been all the way to Biscayne Bay And all the way back again All the way back again I remember our old rendezvous The key was kept inside a shoe Those moments will remain frozen in time Morning Glory's on my mind What's the story Morning Glory Will it ever end I've been all the way to Biscayne Bay And all the way back again All the way back again It seems like only yesterday She married me and carried me away I found out what life was all about Morning Glory threw me out Hey Morning Glory what's the story Will it ever end I've been all the way to Biscayne Bay And all the way back again Alimony, Palimony Puts a dent in me I've been all the way to Biscayne Bay For a dip in the shining sea A dip in the shining sea Pretty faces everywhere A few hard cases stop and stare Even when I know it ain't my day A lot of good faces anyway Morning Glory what's the story What is it to be I've been all the way to Biscayne Bay For a dip in the shining sea A dip in the shining sea What's the story Morning Glory Will it ever end I've been all the way to Biscayne Bay And all the way back again All the way back again Hey Morning Glory what's the story Will it ever end I've been all the way to Biscayne Bay And all the way back again All the way back again |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - East Of Midnight (1987)
Put me somewhere east of midnight
West of the turnpike Anywhere I wander is where I'll take my rest As I lie down, toss some thoughts around Dreams I'm told will come true if you Believe in those who love you right now Sea of dreams I long for you Forget about the others This is my hike, you can come if you like To feel good, I would help you if I could But I am out here searching For the things that might have been I need no more reminders Not one love letter have I seen And that's a pretty good start The ocean is where lovers meet again Sea of dreams by all means Float me out of danger until then Forever amen It's a long long hike We'll be leavin' early travelin' light That's alright Heaven will be ours tonight The road is paved with moonbeams There are faces that I knew They all came back to haunt me But that ain't fair to the folks like me and you It takes a bit of my heart Tonight I shall be watching from the shore Sea of dreams from now on Forget about all the others Back where the line forms Destination sea of storms By all means ever onward sea of dreams Put me somewhere east of midnight Along about daylight Anywhere I wander is where I'll take my rest If we could just lie down Toss some thoughts around It's a tough and a dirty long hike You can come if you like If we could just lie down Toss some thoughts around |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - East Of Midnight (1987)
Nothing is for certain
That's what the showman said First you must open the curtain And stand'em on their heads There can be no inhibitions No prima donna ways If you want to pass the audition And times is tough these days Remember when Mr. Barnum Presented Jenny Lind They named a candy after her A circus after him End of my story The rest is history She in all of her glory He lived quietly He needed her, she needed him As sure as the sky above In a way it was for them A lesson in love A lesson in love You look like the moonglow That follows me home Always makes me turn around Won't leave me alone First to come are the midgets A monkey and a kid Followed by those two one-armed jugglers The ego and the id Songs of the season Apples of the sun There is no rhyme or reason Just a time for each and every one Hang on Mr. Barnum Hang on Jenny Lind We will meet you in streets of gold Where eternity begins We will let it all hangout Go hand in glove Live was meant to live and learn A lesson in love A lesson in love |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - East Of Midnight (1987)
In my life
In my time and in each line I've ever sung And in my life Was it my imagination or are you still the one Who lingers on I'd do anything for you You'd do anything for me We'd do anything for love Oh you'd use any means And I would try any scheme for love We'd do anything for love Once or twice In my loneliness I watched the world go by There was I One too many miles beyond where you might say Some luck was due, after all We could have touched the sky You had no alibi because We'd do anything for love Oh I would try any means To have you in all my dreams because You'd do anything for love Not long ago as I rememeber Once upon a dark and windy day When love looked like a dying ember Before you came to call The beauty of it all I though I'd lost and yet Cause in my life Here in my mind in it now shines A guiding light Never again will I lose my way Oh I would not tell a lie and You had no alibi because We'd do anything for love Oh You'd use any means And I would try any scheme for love Simply anything for love Oh I would do anything Just about anything because We'd do anything for love Anything for love |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - East Of Midnight (1987)
These are just the simple facts
I will relate to you Though they are not connected Each and every one is true If they seem a bit untidy Well unraveling them is fun I will not stand corrected I have not harmed anyone I just let it ride Ride let it ride Leave on the evenin' tide Just let it ride When I listen to my heart I sometimes fail to find One sane and simple answer On the bright side of my mind Even when I'm sleeping I can't seem to unwind I just let it ride I knew a man from Windsor Who went to Detroit every night And stateside of the tunnel Customs agents gave him flight He threw his stash in the river And his bedroll on the ground And when they finally got there A sleeping man was all that they found He just let it ride Ride let it ride Leavin' on the evenin' tide Just let it ride Hear the steeple bell ring out Above my lobster pots I might be out here fishin' man But that ain't where it stops The mouths I feed are many And they all say thanks a lot They just let it ride One day when I'm old and gray 'N consider what's gone by I always will be proud of Every tear I've ever cried And all of the old jokes we told Around the candle light To all those tender damsels Who had helped us through the night They just let it ride Ride let it ride Leavin' on the evenin' tide Just let it ride I'm gonna let it ride Here's to the girls of London And the ones from Montreal We never will forget them We still fantasize them all I knew one in St. Louis On a Missouri afternoon I met one up in Shanghai And another in Rangoon I just let it ride Ride let it ride Leavin' on the evenin' tide Just let it ride Ride ride ride I'm gonna let it ride Leavin' on the evenin' tide Just let it ride |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - East Of Midnight (1987)
I can always try to forget somehow
What's a part of the past Have a little laughter if you please I won't even mind if it takes awhile I've got time on my hands I feel another chapter in the breeze Somebody touched my heart string Somebody made my heart sing Somebody stole my heart away Nobody's sayin' their sorry It's a mighty sweet music You can dance all night Put some wood on the fire right now Ecstacy made easy Ecstasy I ask you, are you a name Or just another patron with a smile Let me analyze you, are you a flame Or just the dying embers Of a kiss run wild Somebody found my heart string Somebody made my heart sing Somebody touched my heart last night Somebody set me in flight It's a mighty sweet music Take a chance they say Put some fire on the old iron stove Ecstasy made easy, made easy I hope I never lose what belongs to me By the right of my birth At midnight sailing out of Perth Getting under way we turned 'er westward bound On that southern sea To sea what ecstasy was worth |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - East Of Midnight (1987)
If I satisfy you, if you satisfy me
Once the course has been set Gonna need all the help I can get but You just gotta be you, 'n I just gotta be me I can't classify you, you can't pacify me We can't make it at all You won't even take my calls I just want ta be loved 'N you just gotta be free I'll smile and tell it to the world You just gotta be Pardon me for sayin' What a price you've been payin' What more can I say You might feel different some day If it matter to you, it still matters to me You'll find me by the bayou Thinkin' wicked thoughts of you I just want ta be strong, you just gotta be wrong I can't clarify you, you can't verify me I can't make it by stealth You won't even share the wealth so You just gotta be you And I just gotta be me And I will tell that to the world You just gotta be With a gratified mind, I'll be on the highway Just as soon as I can Where there's a will there's a way so until then I just want ta be me, and you just gotta be |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - East Of Midnight (1987)
A passing ship
I have found the open ocean Give me no lip The waves roll by as I pass on A snulit sea On the first day of April How fresh the wind Will you miss me when I'm gone How many words How many songs still unwritten How many ships Of the line have come and gone In the good old days May they never be forgotten They had heavy wind Or they had no wind at all A passing ship It is midnight on the ocean Had a real long trip I have been at sea all winter When my ship came in I was givin' up the ghost I think I should be Leavin' those passing ships alone When the sea runs high The sea runs wild and I'm unsteady And I think of you In the warmth of your home and family When love is true There is no truer occupation And may this gale Blow us to the ones we love Another day Another ocean Give me no lip But stand aside as I pass on A sunlit sea On the last day of October How fresh the wind Will you miss me from now on I guess I should be Leavin' passing ships alone |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - East Of Midnight (1987)
You've got time enough for two of us
What is mine I will share We've got things that we can do without Most anytime anywhere Every little daydream that appears in all we do Gives us some problems of our own If you turn back to that page again And you can't win If you ask me I'll tag along Paper matches in the afternoon Cups of tea and all of that Zen I think it's time we took a walk outside It seems there is no oxygen This time tomorrow we might all be packed and gone I believe it's best we carry on Smoke rings rising til they disappear In the sky above If you ask me I'll tag along Each and every bad dream will be hammered into dust When we get back where we belong If you ever turn that page again And you need a friend If you ask me I'll tag along This time tomorrow we might all be packed and gone I believe it's best we carry on Smoke rings rising til they disappear In the sky above If you ask me I'll tag along |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold Volume II (1988)
If it should please you, I have come to play
A glad or a sad tune, I wrote along the way And a few good songs about the old highway I been around so long Lord, I guess I'm here to stay So I'm itching to please you, with a topical song And a few golden oldies and a little hoedown And I think I know how to make you feel We're one and the same now, like a big flywheel I have seen the best of all those things you can't explain Wanderlust I did not trust but I never did complain So if it should please you, put away those blues Just settle on back now, I'll do my licks for you It's my own way and that's the way it goes You're a real good reason for a real good show I have seen the best of all those things you don't forget Wanderlust I did not trust and I ain't been done in yet So if you got the dead end of the dealing shoe This is your last chance man, we belong to you It's my own way and that's the way I feel We're one and the same now, like a big flywheel So if it should please you, I have come to play A glad or a sad tune, I wrote along the way And a few good songs about the old highway I been around so long Lord, I guess I'm here to stay We're one and the same now, let's take it away We're gonna take it real easy, let's take it away |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold Volume II (1988)
I ain't got nothin' to hide
My mind is an endless wire I got both feet on the ground I ain't got no one for hire I ain't got a thing to show My lives have all expired So don't go foolin' around An' set my wheels afire Down in the dark of a burnt out soul There's a few good second hand dreams Deep in the dark of a heavenly night with you Down in the black of a bottomless hole There's a few good second hand scenes Deep in the dark of a heavenly blue Where the sea runs green I ain't got nothin' to give My life is an endless climb My love's a paperback dream I don't have nothin' but time I ain't got a thing to show I don't know my own name So don't go foolin' around An' set my wheels aflame Down in the dark of a beat out soul There's a few good second hand dreams Deep in the dark of a heavenly night with you Down in the black of a bottomless hole There's a few good second hand scenes Deep in the dark of a heavenly blue Where the sea runs green I ain't got nothin' to hide My mind is an endless wire I got both feet on the ground I don't have no one for hire I ain't got a thing to show My life is an endless rhyme My love's a paperback dream I ain't got nothin' but time |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold Volume II (1988)
I go in for singing, I do it for my pay
But the kind of gig I can really dig is swiggin' at the break of day With a few good friends and neighbors into playin' the nighttime tunes So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room Oh Lord it feels so good to play a nighttime tune So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room I believe in magic, a little monkeyshines But the kind of row I can really hoe is playin' in tune on time With rhythms all around us we're like weavers at the loom So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room Oh Lord it feels so good to play a nighttime tune So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room When it comes to mornin' and goin' out at night Well the kind of test that I like the best is rubbin' the wrong girl right And a few good friends and neighbors into playin' the nighttime tunes So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room Oh Lord it feels so good to play a nighttime tune So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room With rhythms all around us we're like weavers at the loom So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold Volume II (1988)
I think you have somebody waiting outside in the rain to take you away
You got places to go, you got people to see still I'm gonna miss you but anyway I wish you good spaces in the far away places you go If it rains or it snows may you be safe and warm and never grow old And if you need somebody some time, you know I will always be there I'll do it although I'm not supposed to care I'll give you the keys to my flying machine if you'd like I will show you the light and when you call I'm gonna come to you And when you find someone who loves you, I'll know you would treat me the same Just lie there, you're not supposed to care I think you have somebody waiting outside in the rain to take you away. That's some kind of a game still I'm glad it came down to the final round but anyway If you think you need someone who needs you, you know I will always be there I'll do it although I'm not supposed to care I'll do it although I'm not supposed to care |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold Volume II (1988)
With ladylike devotion, she sails the bitter ocean,
if it wasn't for lovesick sailors, there'd be nothin' left but flotsam. Singin' why, me oh my, is there a better man than I? I hope you find your way back home, before you're lyin, high and dry, I hope you find your way back home before you die. Her sails below like bubbles, while you sip your daily doubles, if she wasn't so fond of the weather, she might give the deckhands trouble, Singin' why, me oh my, is there a better man than I? I hope you find your way back home, before you're lyin, high and dry, I hope you find your way back home before you die. One day when I grew older, I found I could not hold her, she took on a fine young skipper, who soon ran her up on a boulder. Singin' why, me oh my, is there a better man than I? I hope you find your way back home, before you're lyin, high and dry, I hope you find your way back home before you die. Now the pleasures of the harbor, don't include a lady barber, if it wasn't for Long John Silver, all of us pirates would've been martyrs, Singin' why, me oh my, is there a better man than I? I hope you find your way back home, before you're lyin, high and dry, I hope you find your way back home, before you're lyin, high and dry, I hope you find your way back home before you die. |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold Volume II (1988)
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee' The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty. That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed When the gales of November came early. The ship was the pride of the American side Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most With a crew and good captain well seasoned Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms When they left fully loaded for Cleveland And later that night when the ship's bell rang Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'? The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound And a wave broke over the railing And every man knew, as the captain did too, T'was the witch of November come stealin'. The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait When the Gales of November came slashin'. When afternoon came it was freezin' rain In the face of a hurricane west wind. When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'. Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya. At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in, he said Fellas, it's been good t'know ya The captain wired in he had water comin' in And the good ship and crew was in peril. And later that night when his lights went outta sight Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Does any one know where the love of God goes When the waves turn the minutes to hours? The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her. They might have split up or they might have capsized; May have broke deep and took water. And all that remains is the faces and the names Of the wives and the sons and the daughters. Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings In the rooms of her ice-water mansion. Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams; The islands and bays are for sportsmen. And farther below Lake Ontario Takes in what Lake Erie can send her, And the iron boats go as the mariners all know With the Gales of November remembered. In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed, In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral. The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald. The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call 'Gitche Gumee'. Superior, they said, never gives up her dead When the gales of November come early! |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold Volume II (1988)
When it's midnight on the meadow
And the cats are in the shed And the river tells a story At the window by my bed If you listen very closely Be as quiet as you can In the yard you'll hear him It is the pony man We're always there to greet him When he tumbles into town He leads a string of ponies Some are white and some are brown And they never seem to kick or bite They only want to play And they live on candy apples Instead of oats and hay And when we're all assembled He gives a soft command And we climb aboard our ponies As in a row the stand Then down the road we gallop And across the fields we fly And soon we all go sailing off Into the midnight sky And as we gaily rock along Beside a ripplin' sea There's Tom 'n Dick 'n Sally And Mary Joe and me And the pony man is leading Cause he's travelled here before And he gives a whoop and a holler At Mr. Moon's front door And as we stop to rest a while Where the soda river glides Up to the slip comes a pirate ship To take us for a ride And the pony man's the captain And the children are the crew And we go in search of treasure And laugh the whole night through And when the hold is filled with gold And the sails begin to strain And the deck's piled high with apple pie We head for port again And down the whirling starcase So swift our ponies fly And we're safely in our beds again When the sunbeams kiss the sky When it's midnight on the meadow And the cats are in the shed And the river tells a story At the window by my bed If you listen very closely Be as quiet as you can In the yard you'll hear him It is the pony man |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold Volume II (1988)
You think you had the last laugh
Now you know this can't be true Even though the sun shines down upon you now Sometimes you must feel blue You make the best of each new day You try not to be sad Even though the sky falls down upon you Call it midnight feelin' bad When you wake up to the promise Of your dream world comin' true With one less friend to call on Was it someone that I knew Away you will go sailin' In a race among the ruins If you plan to face tomorrow Do it soon The road to love is littered By the bones of other ones Who by the magic of the moment Were mysteriously undone You try to understand it But you never seem to find Any kind of freedom comin' clean Is just another state of mind When you wake up to the promise Of your dream world comin' true With one less friend to call on Was it someone that I knew Away you will go sailin' In a race among the ruins If you plan to face tomorrow Do it soon So take the best of all that's left You know this cannot last Even though your mother was your maker From her apron strings you pass Just think about the fool Who by his virtue can be found In a most unusual situation Playin' jester to the clown When you wake up to the promise Of your dream world comin' true With one less friend to call on Was it someone that I knew Away you will go sailin' In a race among the ruins If you plan to face tomorrow Do it soon When you wake up to the promise Of your dream world comin' true With one less friend to call on Was it someone that I knew Away you will go sailin' In a race among the ruins If you plan to face tomorrow Do it soon |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold Volume II (1988)
I'm sailin' down the summer wind,
I got whiskers on my chin, and I like the mood I'm in, as I while away the time of day, in the lee of Christian Island. Tall and strong, she dips and reels, I call her Silver Heels, and she tells me how she feels. She's a good old boat and she'll stay afloat, through the toughest gail and keep smilin', but for one more day she would like to stay, in the lee of Christian Island. I'm sailin' down the summer day, where fish and seagulls play, I put my troubles all away. And when the gail comes up I'll fill me cup, with the whiskey of the highlands. She's a good old ship and she'll make the trip, from the lee of Christian Island. Tall and strong she slips along, I sing for her a song, and she leans into the wind. She's a good old boat and she'll stay afloat, through the toughest gail and keep smilin', and when the summer ends we will rest again, in the lee of Christian Island. and when the summer ends we will rest again, in the lee of Christian Island. |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold Volume II (1988)
All the lovely ladies in their finery tonight
I wish that I could know them one by one All the handsome gentlemen with loving on their minds Strolling in to take the ladies home Bless you all and keep you on the road to tenderness Heaven can be yours just for now. All the gentle strangers who by nature do not smile To everyone who cannot hold a pen To all you heavy rounders with a headache for your pains Who dread the thought of going 'round the bend Bless you all and keep you on the road to better things Heaven can be yours just for now. To all the lovely ladies in their finery tonight I wish that I could kiss you while you knit To all the ones who learn to live with bein' second-guessed Whose job it is to give more then to get Bless you all and keep you with the strength to understand Heaven can be yours just for now. To all the little dreamers with a dream that cannot last To all the sleeping giants who must wake To every man who answers to the letter of the law And all the rest imprisoned by mistake Bless you all and keep you with the faith to let it pass Heaven can be yours just for now To all the lonely sailors who have trouble beeing seen To all of you with heartache that remains Maybe sometime later you might swim back into shore If someone could relieve you of your chains Bless you all and keep you all on the land or on the sea Heaven can be yours, just for now |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold Volume II (1988)
Oh the prairie lights are burnin' bright
The Chinook wind is a-movin' in Tomorrow night I'll be Alberta bound Though I've done the best I could My old luck ain't been so good and Tomorrow night I'll be Alberta bound No one-eyed man could e'er forget The Rocky Mountain sunset It's a pleasure just to be Alberta bound I long to see my next of kin To know what kind of shape they're in Tomorrow night I'll be Alberta bound Alberta bound, Alberta bound It's good to be Alberta bound Alberta bound, Alberta bound It's good to be Alberta bound Oh the skyline of Toronto Is somethin' you'll get onto But they say you've got to live there for a while And if you got the money You can get yourself a honey A written guarantee ta make you smile But it's snowin' in the city And the streets and brown and gritty And I know there's pretty girls all over town But they never seem ta find me And the one I left behind me Is the reason that I'll be Alberta bound Alberta bound, Alberta bound It's good to be Alberta bound Alberta bound, Alberta bound It's good to be Alberta bound It's good to be Alberta bound |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold Volume II (1988)
His father was a man who could never understand,
the shame on the red man's face. So they lived in the hills and they never came down, but to trade in the white man's place. Early in the spring when the snow had disappeared, they came down with a bag of skins. In the fall of the year of 1910, daddy died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend. Daddy didn't like what the white man said, 'bout the dirty little kid at his side. Daddy didn't like what the white man did, nor the deal or the way that he lied. There was blood on the floor of the government store, when the men took his daddy away, but the boy stayed back till he'd come to his end, then he run like the wind from Cherokee Bend. Now the mother was alone and the winter was at hand, and she prayed to her spirit kin. It was warm in the lodge in the Kentucky hills, on the day when the boy came in. Then a blizzard came down and it covered up the door, till they thought that it never would end, and he told her the tale of the terrible affair, in the government store down in Cherokee Bend. Daddy didn't like what the white man said, 'bout the dirty little kid at his side, daddy didn't like what the white man did, nor the deal or the way that he lied. For three long days and three long nights, they wept and they mourned and then, she returned to her work and her weavin', and they tried to forget about Cherokee Bend. Now the boy wasn't big but he hunted what he could, and they lived for a time that way, but the food run low and the meat went bad, and she said to the boy one day. "I'm leavin' tonight and I never will return, from the land of my spirit kin, you must take what you need and trade what you can, for a red man's grave down in Cherokee Bend". It wasn't very long till she closed her eyes, and he wrapped her in a robe, he found her a place on the side of a hill, and he buried her in the snow. Early in the spring he was seen comin' down, with his load lookin' ragged and thin. Not a year had gone by till he stood once again, in the government store down in Cherokee Bend. He was ten years tall and a redskin too, so he hadn't much face to save, and the men sat around and they laughed and they clowned, at the talk of a criminal's grave. Then a man from the east didn't smile when he said, "you're the son of that indian scum, if you value your hide then you better abide, by the white man's rules here in Cherokee Bend". Daddy didn't like what the white man said, 'bout the dirty little kid at his side. Daddy didn't like what the white man did, nor the deal or the way that he lied. And he spit on the floor of the government store, and it served him to no good end, at the close of the day they had taken him away, to the white man's school down in Cherokee Bend. It's been twenty one years since the boy disappeared, where he run to nobody knows, but they say he fell in with a man named Jim, and he rides in the rodeos, and they say he returns all alone to a place, hidden deep in the Kentucky glen, and it's pretty well known who hauled up the stone, to the grave on the hill above Cherokee Bend. Daddy didn't like what the white man said, 'bout the dirty little kid at his side. Daddy didn't like what the white man did, nor the deal or the way that he lied. There was blood on the floor of the government store, when the men took his daddy away, it was 1910 and they never had a friend, when he died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend. It was 1910 and they never had a friend, when he died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend. |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold Volume II (1988)
Oh the gist of it all is the first day of fall is the day when my ship will set sail
The best of all friends will say good-bye again there's still time for one last glass of ale We'll sail away proudly, our backs to the wall on a southwind and lots of good cheer And when we've looked over the white cliffs of Dover, We'll be in Bahama next year From Bermuda on down the Triangle around us will teach us a lesson or two There's many a mate who unevenyly stated the course he had charted was true "Don't worry 'bout me," he said "Go down below, give a certified sailor a turn, Just sip on your rum or I'll give you my thumb and say, son you got something t' learn!" It's a mighty hard way to come down And a mighty fine way to be found So hand me my grip from an old sailing ship Put the kiss of the dawn on my lips With some luck tonight I might have her at my fingertips Oh the best of all things is the first day of spring when when the water runs heavy and fast The mermaids have all gone to Davy Jones' Ball And it seems their first trip was their last They had so much fun They don't wish to return to the beach where they lay all day long They'd rather stay under And boy it's no wonder When all the rock lobsters roll on It's a mighty fine way to be found Triangle Triangle Oh see my ship dangle We're bound for Bahama my friend Like lovers like danger Like babies like mangers But that's where my storybook ends Like soldiers of fortune, believers in God And all kings without crosses to bear All sweepers and cleaners with no misdemeanors Should try the triangle out there It's a mighty hard way to come down And a mighty fine way to be found So hand me my grip From an old sailing ship Put the kiss of dawn on my lips With some luck tonight I might have her at my fingertips When she took her last tumble The sea bottom rumbled There was no confusion or blame The captain said "Men we must answer again to the sea so ye may not complain" And as they lay sleeping down there in the deep With their faces turned up to the stars A tuna fish turned To a mermaid in bed and said "There goes another sandbar" It's a mighty hard way to come down And a mighty fine way to be found So hand me my grip From an old sailing ship Put the kiss of the dawn on my lips With some luck tonight I might have her at my fingertips |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold Volume II (1988)
Let me reach out love and touch you
Let me hold you for a while I've been all around the world Oh, how I long to see you smile There's a shadow on the moon And the waters here below Do not shine the way they should And I love you, just in case you didn't know Let it go Let it happen like it happened once before It's a wicked wind and it chills me to the bone And if you do not believe me Come and gaze upon the shadow at your door Won't you lie down by me baby Run your fingers through my hands I've been all around the town And still I do not understand Is it me or is it you Or the shadow of a dream Is it wrong to be in love Could it be the finest love I've ever seen Set it free Let it happen like it happened once before It's a wicked wind and it chills me to the bone And if you do not believe me Come and gaze upon the shadow at your door Please kiss me gently, darlin' Where the river runs away From the mountains in the springtime On a blue and windy day Where there's beauty all around As the shades of night grow deep As the morning stars grow dim They will find us in the shadows fast asleep Let it go Let it happen like it happened once before It's a wicked wind and it chills me to the bone And if you do not believe me Come and gaze upon the shadow at your door |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold Volume II (1988)
Some life I've been livin'
Like a song in the night Good sounds every moment Good news and bright lights Anytime I get lonesome I just got to do the things right Make way for the lady You can do it my son Makin' hay with no gravy Brings the good folk down Anytime you get lonely You just got to turn it around This life I've bin given It don't tell you no lies Could've been somewhat wasted How could it be otherwise When the sound of the laughter Brought the tears in to my eyes Make way for the lady You can do it my son Makin' hay with no gravy Gets the day's work done When a blue mood gets rollin' You just got to turn it around Turn it around Shake hands with the father The son and the holy ghost The impossible believers And the heavenly host If you must do it better You just got to do it the most Make way for the lady You can do it my son Makin' hay with no gravy Brings all the good folks down When a blue moon starts risin' You just got to turn it around Turn it around Turn it around Make way for the lady And turn it around |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold Volume II (1988)
All around old Cape Horn
Ships of the line, ships of the morn Some who wish they'd never been born They are the ghosts of Cape Horn Fal deral dal riddle de rum With a rim dim diddy And a rum dum dum Sailing away at the break of dawn They are the ghosts of Cape Horn See them all in sad repair Demons dance everywhere Southern gales, tattered sails And none to tell the tales Come all of you rustic old sea dogs Who follow the bright Southern Cross You were rounding the Horn In the eye of a storm When you lost her one day And you read all your letters From oceans away Then you took them to the bottom of the sea All around old Cape Horn Ships of the line, ships of the morn Some who wish they'd never been born They are the ghosts of Cape Horn Fal deral dal riddle de rum With a rim dim diddy And a rum dum dum Sailing away at the break of dawn They are the ghosts of Cape Horn Come all you old sea dogs from Devon Southampton, Penzance, and Kinsale You were caught by the chance Of a sailor's last dance It was not meant to be And you read all your letters Cried anchors aweigh Then you took them to the bottom of the sea All around old Cape Horn Ships of the line, ships of the morn Some who wish they'd never been born They are the ghosts of Cape Horn Fal deral dal riddle de rum With a rim dim diddy And a rum dum dum Sailing away at the break of dawn They are the ghosts of Cape Horn |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold Volume II (1988)
Now it looks to me like the same old place,
in the sky it looks like rain. The same old town with the same old streets, my address has not changed. You can find me there with the door shut tight, and the one wish that remains. Baby step back, baby step back, either step up or step back. Now you know I don't write no bad checks, I have no wish to repent. I've seen a few but whatever I do, I don't cause no accidents. Whiskey and wine help me pass the time, I don't leave no evidence. Baby step back, baby step back, either step up or step back. Baby step back, baby step back, either step up or step back. (inst.) Still I don't kneel down I was born to fight, so you best leave me alone. Maybe I'll get much more than I need, or much less than I should own, last of all let me say it again, either step up or step on. Baby step back, baby step back, either step up or step back. Baby walk back, baby walk back, either walk on or walk back. (inst.) Baby step back, baby step back, either step up or step back. Baby walk back, baby walk back, either walk on or walk back. Baby step back, baby step back, either step up or step back. (fade) |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold Volume II (1988)
There's a warm wind tonight
And the moon turns the tide When the stars take their ride She'll be leavin' Where she goes, I don't know She won't tell me what it is That makes her act like this But I've got a funny feelin' that it's me It's worth believin' Should I ask Do you like to go walking on the shore And listen to the sea Or could it be someone kind Could it be that I'm the fool There's somethin' wrong with you And I've got a funny feelin' that it's me It's worth believin' There's a breeze from the shore And the waves overlap When I've called in the cat She'll go walkin' And she cries to herself In the night when I'm asleep She lies awake and weeps Could it be someone new Some old who has returned Or is it just a game But I've got a funny feelin' that it's me It's worth believin' There's a warm wind tonight And the moon turns the tide When the stars take their ride She'll be leavin' Where she goes, I don't know She won't tell me what it is That makes her act like this But I've got a funny feelin' that it's me It's worth believin' |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Waiting For You (1993)
There's a kind of a restless feeling and it pulls me from within
It sets my senses reeling and my wheels begin to spin In the quietude of winter you can hear the wild geese cry And I will always love that sound until the day I die There's a plain and a simple answer to each and every quest >From every quiet dance who might be a special guest In a movie made for TV or a late night interview You might even find them on the Young and the Restless too Do ya get that restless feelin' when you hear a whistle blast Like an echo from the past Of an old engine flyin' down a road that's ironcast The lake is blue, the sky is gray, the leaves have turned to gold The wild goose will be on her way, the weather's much too cold When the muskie and the old trout too have all gone down to rest We will be returning to the things that we love best Do ya get that restless yearning when you think about your dad And the scrimshaw that he had Of an old schooner rovin' 'neath a sky that's ironclad There's a kind of a restless feeling and it catches you off guard As we gaze off at the distance through the trees in my back yard I can feel that restless yearning of those geese as off they roam Then trade that for a warm bed and a place I can call home Will ya get that restless yearning when you hear the wicked blast Of a spectre from the past Of a cold diesel rollin' down a road that's built to last Still I get that restless feelin' when I hear a whistle blast See an image from the past Of an old schooner flyin' down a sky that's overcast |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Waiting For You (1993)
Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams
Ring them bell from the sanctuaries, 'cross the valleys and streams For they're deep and they're wide, and the world's on its side And time is a-runnin' backwards and so is the bride Ring them bells St. Peter where the four winds blow Ring them bells with an iron hand so the people will know Oh it's rush hour now. on the wheel of the plow And the sun is a-goin' down upon the sacred cow Ring them bells sweet Martha for the poor man's son Ring them bells so the world will know that God is one For the shepherd is asleep where the willow weep And the mountain is filled with lost sheep Ring them bells - for the blind and the deaf Ring them bells - all those who are left Ring them bells - for the chosen few Who'll judge the many when the game is through Ring them bells - for the time that flies For the child who cries when innocence dies Ring them bells St. Catherine from the top of the roof Ring the bells from the fortress for the lilies that bloom For the lines are long and the fighting is strong And they're breakin' down the distance between right and wrong |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Waiting For You (1993)
I was at the breakwall, I was lookin' at the sea
In back of the eight ball in some misery There on the horizon stood a mighty ship of fools They were headin' into the harbor with all their broken rules Whenever I'm feelin' lonely I can just pick up the phone Or I can go to the movies or just stay at home alone They're better off to be someplace that's a good long way from home Any way I can lose myself Dawn is breakin', I'm hesitatin', I'm Fading away, fading away They sailed right to meet me, I said what's it all about Please try to excuse me, we can work things out If you've ever wondered if that mighty ship is real Let me tell ya 'bout it brother, it was somethin' you could feel Whenever I'm feelin' lonely I let twilight set the tone Or I can go to the movies or just stay at home alone They're better off to be someplace that's a good long way to roam Ain't livin' high on the hog right now Time is wastin', I'm hesitatin', I'm Fading away, fading away One more day on the calendar on my mind I am down around the breakwall puttin' in some time The whole ship of fools has gotten safely under way And I was proud to be a part of what it was they had to say Whenever I'm feelin' lonely I can just pick up the phone Or I can go to the movies or just stay at home alone They're better off to be someplace that's a good long piece from home Any way I can lose myself Dawn is breakin', I'm hesitatin', I'm Fading away, fading away Fading away, fading away |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Waiting For You (1993)
Does the light of passion still burn bright
Only love would know, my imagination Tells me I'm a pent-up fool In the deep end of the pool Is the light of passion burnin' bright Only love would know, only love would know She lives on the other side, you wanna know the reason why She arrives at promises and you believe in what she says Everywhere you go Is the light of passion burnin' bright Everywhere you go, only love would know You think you've been wronged again Oh what a way to treat a friend She belongs to other eyes and surely you must realize She ain't the kind who would soon step aside Pay any dues at the expense of her pride Everywhere she goes, only love would know In the days gone by I came to believe Everything is trust, all the rest is dust Mother nature, mother dear, listen to us over here Are the sounds of laughter ringing true Only love would know, only love would do She lives on another plane away from the drivin' rain She says no, you say yes, and that's how it should be I guess Only love would know May the light of love surround you tonight Everywhere you go, only love would know You think you were wrong until You learned once and for all it's still Once more lesson on the way Or that is what it seemed to say She's not the kind who would soon step down Not the kind you would try to walk around When only a thought would go very well You can tell by the touch Ah but only love would know Passion burnin' bright Tears of passion late at night Is the light of passion burning bright Everywhereyou go, only love would know |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Waiting For You (1993)
I have been down in the valley of tears
I have stood on the highest peak For the best part of a week Battered and bruised I had pulled myself through Every seen I would never repeat I have hung out with the beasts of the field And with them I've spent many long nights Got in some awful bad fights I came unstuck, I was down on my luck And I'm still gettin' over the bites Sounds of my own heart breaking, not to mention my mind Nothing can hurt me, a small voice said into a mike, take a hike No one will lead me astray anymore You are welcome to try if you like Welcome to try if you like I had been down in the valley so long I had almost run out of respect Got in right up to my neck Battered but wise to the truth and the lies That no layman would ever accept Reaching for all of the good things in life Can provide some suprises I guess It may be the way we are dressed These threads that you see mean so little to me They don't count when they put us to rest Late about dusk I would start to feel One more day had been lost Nothing I'd say ever seemed to convey How I felt with that I have dealt All of my children are healthy and sane They may say anything that they like Say anything that they like Sitting alone in the Blue Ridge Saloon Is no place for an angel to be Ladies make faces at me Battered but clean I had pulled my machine Off the road, I was too tired to see Wearing a smile like the rim of a cup I will get down to my final point There is no one left to annoint And the sowing of seed was it good, yes indeed It thrills me but only to a point Use your imagination, try every trick in the book My mother said with the life that I led I'd be broke Holy smoke All of my children are healthy and wise They may say anything that they like If they want ta preach and are not within reach They may say anything that they like Say anything that they like |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Waiting For You (1993)
Any way the wind may blow
Any way the creek may flow Any way the crow may fly Within the confines of the sky I will prove my love to you In everything I say and in all I do Anywhere the song is king Anywhere the robin sings Anywhere the lake is cold Anywhere the bell is tolled I will prove my love to you In everything I say and in all I do Anytime our paths don't cross And the losin' dice are tossed Anytime you know what's best Anytime I can't care less I'll make it up to you In everything I say and in all I do Any way the wind may blow Any way I stub my toe Any way the tree might bend Any way the day might end I will prove my love to you In everything I say and in all I do I will make it up to you In everything I say and in all I do |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Waiting For You (1993)
Say what you will, I will miss you my friends
Let me move along for the road never ends Vowing to live till the end of all time All the way to the ends of the earth because I'm Waiting for you to say you will be mine Many long days, many long years Many wrong plays, many wrong fears I could be tossed in the arms of the sea I could be caught between decks eternally Waiting for you to ask what's keeping me What would we do at the end of the day When the hours are asleep and the time slips away Children are all that the earth has to show Children are all that the earth wants to know Up here in the northland, up here in the snow Up in the wilderness, land of our birth Land of our toil, land of our worth I could stay healthy and wealthy and wise For I love the snow other snowbirds criticize Tell that to a wife and you'll get a surprise The skies of North America are covered in stars Over factories and farms, over hamlets and bars The breeze of North America is breathless at night Out there in the distance some souls are in flight Some soft-hearted lovers whose goals are in sight Here in my on-again, off-again style Here in my on-again, off-again smile Here in my off-again, on-again grin Here in my off-again, on-again skin Waiting for you to say let us begin |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Waiting For You (1993)
If I had a dollar, if I had a cent
I would play most anywhere if it would pay my rent I'd be livin' on the downside in my old apartment For the rest of my days People always ask why the world is on the run People like you and like me Is it really true you can really never win Movin' to the upside, tell me when does the fun begin Deep as the see and as wild as the weather We will go just you and me to pick wild strawberries together Or be livin' on our own, in a cabin in a meadow Or meanderin' alone, we can face the world forever or we'll Hit the bounding main or be on a railroad train Hit the boundless tide or be on a steamboat ride Hit the bounding main or be on a midnight plane Hit the pounding tide or be on a rainbow ride People often ask me just the way it must feel To be standing up here with you down there Let it now be known that throughout all of these years I have been wearing polka dot underwear Deep as the sea and as wild as the weather We will go just you and me to gather crabapples together And be wandering along toward a cabin in the meadow Or meandering alone, we can face the world together or we'll Hit the bounding main or be on a railroad train Hit the boundless tide or be on a steamboat ride Hit the bounding main or be on a midnight plane Hit the pounding tide or be on a rainbow ride People always ask why the world is on the slide People like you and like me Is it really true there will be no peace left to hide Turning to the upside, when does the fun begin Deep as the sea and as wild as the weather We might go just you and me to pick wild strawberries together Or be livin' on our own in a cabin in a meadow And the cows will come home They can face the world forever and we'll Hit the bounding main or be on a railroad train Hit the boundless tide or be on a steamboat ride Hit the bounding main or be on a midnight plane Hit the pounding tide or be on a rainbow ride Hit the bounding main or be on a midnight plane |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Waiting For You (1993)
Is it my imagination or is it my iron pride
I wonder if it matters much if time is on my side I'd rather press on, I don't wanna rest easy Anywhere I stray, I will make it a brand new day Anyway, that's all I've got to say I'd rather be by the seaside, than be playin' a one night stand I've been too wrapped up in my own dreams, I will change things if I can I gotta press on, don't wanna rest easy Wouldn't it feel fine to return to the women and the wine And all of the sunshine that we knew You will never know what blue is until you have played the game Till you live life in solitare where no one knows your name I'd rather press on, I don't want to rest easy Have it anyway you will, I will be with you right up until The spell is broken and all is well If you'd rather be by the seashore, well I sure can understand Are you too wrapped up in your own scene, I would change things if I can I'd rather press on, don't wanna rest easy Wouldn't it feel fine, but remembering the rhythm and the rhymes And all of the good times makes me blue Wouldn't it feel fine to return to the women and the wine And all of the sunshine that we knew |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Waiting For You (1993)
Listen up and I'll tell you what you'll do
Forget about music and alcohol to Forget about yer baby, we've got other work for you Better drink yer glasses empty now, it's time to rise 'n shine There's one less cause in the world to be leavin' for It was back in '39 when I was one year old Sitting by the backyard fence and the world had turned to cold Drink yer glasses empty now was all that they were told Drink yer glasses girls and boys, it's time to hit the sky To the tune of thunder, there's no time to wonder why We'd love to take life over, that is plain Forget about sorrow, forget about pain And watch a John Wayne movie to remind us once again Better drink yer glasses empty now, it's time to hit the line You got one less cause in the world to be leavin' for Drink yer glasses girls and boys, it's time to hit the sky To the tune of thunder, there's a tear in every eye I'd like to take things one at a time Forget about reason, forget about rhyme Because beg, steal, or borrow you got another hill to climb So drink yer glasses empty now, it's time to hit the road There's one less cause in the world to be leavin' for Drink yer glasses girls and boys, it's time to hit the sky To the tune of thunder, there's no time to wonder why We'd like to take life over again When time of war had passed away into the rain And watch a John Wayne movie to remind us of the planes Just drink yer glasses empty now, it's time to rise 'n shine There's one less cause in the world to be leavin' for |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Cold On The Shoulder (1994)
Come on Pearl, come on Kitty, if you feel inclined
Down around the bend in the water, bring your fishin' line Come on Pearl, I'm rough and ready, got my fishin' pole Down around the bend in the water to the fishin' hole It's a fine July on a beautiful night With a heavenly sky and moonlight on the bay Down around the bend in the water, if you feel inclined Come on Pearl, come on Kitty, I'm gonna make you mine All around the world tonight What a beautiful scene below Too fine a time to stand in line I'm gonna take my love to go It's a fine July and a beautiful way For a boy and a girl to pass the time of day Come on Pearl, come on Kitty, if you feel inclined Down around the bend in the water, bring your fishin' line All around the world tonight What a beautiful sight below Too fine a time to stand in line I'm gonna take my love to go It's a fine July on a beautiful light With a heavenly sky and moonlight on the bay Down around the bend in the water, if you feel inclined Come on Pearl, come on Kitty, bring your fishin' line Come on Pearl, I'm rough and ready, got my fishin' pole Down around the bend in the water to the fishin' hole |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Cold On The Shoulder (1994)
Rainy day people always seem to know when it's time to call
Rainy day people don't talk, they just listen till they've heard it all Rainy day lovers don't lie when they tell 'ya they've been down like you Rainy day people don't mind if you're cryin' a tear or two If you get lonely, all you really need is that rainy day love Rainy day people all know there's no sorrow they can't rise above Rainy day lovers don't love any others, that would not be kind Rainy day people all know how it hangs on a piece of mind Rainy day lovers don't lie when they tell you, they've been down there too Rainy day people don't mind if you're cryin' a tear or two. Rainy day people always seem to know when you're feeling blue High stepping strutters who land in the gutters sometimes need one too Take it or leave it, or try to believe it If you've been down too long Rainy day lovers don't hide love inside they just pass it on Rainy day lovers don't hide love inside they just pass it on |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Cold On The Shoulder (1994)
All you need is time
All you need is time, time, time to make me bend Give it a try, don't be rude Put it to the test and I'll give it right back to you It's cold on the shoulder And you know that we get a little older every day Kick it around, take it to town Try to defy what you feel inside You better be strong Your love belongs to us It's cold on the shoulder And you know that we get a little older every day All I need is trust All I need is trust, trust, trust to make it show I don't want to know everything you done If you get a tip then tell it to the eskimos It's cold on the shoulder And you know that we get a little older every day It's cold on the shoulder And you know that we get a little older every day All we need is faith All we need is faith, faith, faith to make it nice Kick it around, don't be rude If you're gonna make a mistake don't you make it twice It's cold on the shoulder And you know that we get a little older every day It's cold on the shoulder And you know that we get a little older every day It's cold on the shoulder And you know that we get a little older every day It's cold on the shoulder And you know that we get a little older every day |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Cold On The Shoulder (1994)
The soul is the rock and the rock will not be moved
Nothing is disputed, yet nothing is disproved And the seeds of the earth that were planted long ago Still yield a better harvest than the rock was prone to grow Say what you like to, do what you do Everyone's sleeping now two by two Bats in the roof, cats in the hall Dust on the stairway, gnats on the wall Big rain comin' Big rain comin' this way Rain on the rock Rain on the rock Rain on the rock The sea is the space which the rock has displaced The mind is some stranger that some soul has embraced And somewhere between, in a no-man's land of dreams The heart becomes the soldier yet the rock is not redeemed Say what you like to, do what you can Live like a sheep, die like a lamb Bats in the roof, cats in the hall Dust on the stairway, gnats on the wall Big rain comin' Big rain comin' this way Rain on the rock Rain on the rock Rain on the rock The soul is the rock and the rock will always roll In circles 'round the sun doing rings around the pole When the mind is not sure what the heart will do next The rock becomes the master and the road becomes what's left Late one night when the moon shone down We went to the mill on the edge of the town She wore white, I wore black The town was sleeping when we got back Big rain comin' Big rain comin' this way Rain on the rock Rain on the rock Rain on the rock The soul is the rock and the rock will not be harmed Though man must be cheated just as women must be charmed And the mind is the light for the heart which cannot see The soul becomes the stranger but the rock will always be Say what you like to, do what you do Everyone's sleeping now two by two Bats in the roof, cats in the hall Dust on the stairway, gnats on the wall Oh.. Big rain comin' Big rain comin' this way Rain on the rock Rain on the rock Rain on the rock The soul is the rock and the rock will not be moved Nothing is disputed yet nothing is disproved And the seeds of the earth that were planted long ago Still yield a better harvest than the rock was prone to grow And the seeds of the earth that were planted long ago Still yield a better harvest than the rock was prone to grow |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Cold On The Shoulder (1994)
Bells of the evening, O sing to my love
Tell her I miss her, my own turtledove The streets of the old town are covered with rain I think I might never know true love again I'm lost with no road signs to guide me A slave to my whiskey and dreams Bells of the evening, O bells that I love I've got some feelings I long to be rid of I'm not one to ramble; I'm not one to boast Though I had one lover more lovely than most She was a country girl born to be free Who took to the city by chance there to find me Bells of the evening go pealin' I'm down here listenin' to you Bells of the evening, O bells of the sea Tell her that I love her, that I'm lost and so lonely Bells of the evening, your sweet Sunday sound Reminds me of the redwoods and moss covered ground So if I should wander on back to the coast Tell her to remember it's her I need the most I'm caught by the minstrel's misfortune Of being forever displaced Bells of the evening, O bells of the sea Tell her that I love her; That I'm lost I'm so lonely |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Cold On The Shoulder (1994)
In the name of love she came
This foolish winsome girl She was all decked out like a rainbow trout Swimmin' up stream in the world And she said "Please, please, I've lost my way The current is too strong In the name of love, kind sir I pray, in the name of love" So I took her by the hand, she took me by the will She was all dolled up like a blue eyed pup Looking for something to spill And she said "Please, please, I've lost my way The current is too strong In the name of love, kind sir I pray, in the name of love" In the name of love she came This foolish winsome girl She was all decked out like a rainbow trout Swimmin' upstream in the world And she gave one flip of the rainbow tip of her tail And she swam back down And she said "Please, please, I've lost my way The current is too strong In the name of love, kind sir I pray, in the name of love" |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Cold On The Shoulder (1994)
All the lovely ladies in their finery tonight
I wish that I could know them one by one All the handsome gentlemen with loving on their minds Strolling in to take the ladies home Bless you all and keep you on the road to tenderness Heaven can be yours just for now. All the gentle strangers who by nature do not smile To everyone who cannot hold a pen To all you heavy rounders with a headache for your pains Who dread the thought of going 'round the bend Bless you all and keep you on the road to better things Heaven can be yours just for now. To all the lovely ladies in their finery tonight I wish that I could kiss you while you knit To all the ones who learn to live with bein' second-guessed Whose job it is to give more then to get Bless you all and keep you with the strength to understand Heaven can be yours just for now. To all the little dreamers with a dream that cannot last To all the sleeping giants who must wake To every man who answers to the letter of the law And all the rest imprisoned by mistake Bless you all and keep you with the faith to let it pass Heaven can be yours just for now To all the lonely sailors who have trouble beeing seen To all of you with heartache that remains Maybe sometime later you might swim back into shore If someone could relieve you of your chains Bless you all and keep you all on the land or on the sea Heaven can be yours, just for now |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Cold On The Shoulder (1994)
You're as soft as the rose
You're as sweet as the honey You're as warm as the bright morning sun You're as cool as the breeze on the last days of April You're as fine as fine can be You're like time is to space You're like faith is to trustin' You're like blue is to feelin' unkind You're like joy is for love, You're like dreams are for chasin' You're as fine as fine can be And when I am gone my thoughts are all with you You're my little angel you see You're as bright as the moon You're as light as a feather You're as fine as fine can be Like the rain is for the crops You're like food for my thoughts You're like true is for knowin' what's not You're like leaves are for trees You're like bees are for buzzin' You're as fine as fine can be You're as bright as the moon You're as light as a feather You're as fine as fine can be |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Cold On The Shoulder (1994)
His father was a man who could never understand,
the shame on the red man's face. So they lived in the hills and they never came down, but to trade in the white man's place. Early in the spring when the snow had disappeared, they came down with a bag of skins. In the fall of the year of 1910, daddy died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend. Daddy didn't like what the white man said, 'bout the dirty little kid at his side. Daddy didn't like what the white man did, nor the deal or the way that he lied. There was blood on the floor of the government store, when the men took his daddy away, but the boy stayed back till he'd come to his end, then he run like the wind from Cherokee Bend. Now the mother was alone and the winter was at hand, and she prayed to her spirit kin. It was warm in the lodge in the Kentucky hills, on the day when the boy came in. Then a blizzard came down and it covered up the door, till they thought that it never would end, and he told her the tale of the terrible affair, in the government store down in Cherokee Bend. Daddy didn't like what the white man said, 'bout the dirty little kid at his side, daddy didn't like what the white man did, nor the deal or the way that he lied. For three long days and three long nights, they wept and they mourned and then, she returned to her work and her weavin', and they tried to forget about Cherokee Bend. Now the boy wasn't big but he hunted what he could, and they lived for a time that way, but the food run low and the meat went bad, and she said to the boy one day. "I'm leavin' tonight and I never will return, from the land of my spirit kin, you must take what you need and trade what you can, for a red man's grave down in Cherokee Bend". It wasn't very long till she closed her eyes, and he wrapped her in a robe, he found her a place on the side of a hill, and he buried her in the snow. Early in the spring he was seen comin' down, with his load lookin' ragged and thin. Not a year had gone by till he stood once again, in the government store down in Cherokee Bend. He was ten years tall and a redskin too, so he hadn't much face to save, and the men sat around and they laughed and they clowned, at the talk of a criminal's grave. Then a man from the east didn't smile when he said, "you're the son of that indian scum, if you value your hide then you better abide, by the white man's rules here in Cherokee Bend". Daddy didn't like what the white man said, 'bout the dirty little kid at his side. Daddy didn't like what the white man did, nor the deal or the way that he lied. And he spit on the floor of the government store, and it served him to no good end, at the close of the day they had taken him away, to the white man's school down in Cherokee Bend. It's been twenty one years since the boy disappeared, where he run to nobody knows, but they say he fell in with a man named Jim, and he rides in the rodeos, and they say he returns all alone to a place, hidden deep in the Kentucky glen, and it's pretty well known who hauled up the stone, to the grave on the hill above Cherokee Bend. Daddy didn't like what the white man said, 'bout the dirty little kid at his side. Daddy didn't like what the white man did, nor the deal or the way that he lied. There was blood on the floor of the government store, when the men took his daddy away, it was 1910 and they never had a friend, when he died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend. It was 1910 and they never had a friend, when he died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend. |