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from Gordon Lightfoot - Summer Side Of Life (1994)
He was standin' by the highway with a sign that just said Mother
When he heard a driver comin' 'Bout a half a mile away???????br />Then he held the sign up higher, Where no decent soul could miss it?????????br />It was ten degrees or colder Down by bolder dam that day He was raised up in Milwaukee-Though he never was that famous He was just a road musician-To the taverns he would go Singin' songs about the ramblin'-The lovin' girls and gamblin' How the world fell on his shoulders-Back in Boulder I don't know It was out in Arizona-That he heard the lady listenin To each word that he was sayin'-To each line that he would write So he sat down by her table and They talked about the weather Ninety-eight point six and risin'-Down by Boulder dam that day And she told him she would take him-For a ride in the mornin' sun, Back in Boulder he had told her, I don't know when I had a better friend Now he's traded off his Martin-But his troubles are not over For his feet are almost frozen-And the sun is sinkin' low Won't you listen to me brother-If you ever loved your mother Please pull off on the shoulder-If you're goin' Milwaukee way It's ten degrees and getting colder-Down by Boulder dam today |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Songbook (2003)
He was standin' by the highway with a sign that just said Mother
When he heard a driver comin' 'Bout a half a mile away???????br />Then he held the sign up higher, Where no decent soul could miss it?????????br />It was ten degrees or colder Down by bolder dam that day He was raised up in Milwaukee-Though he never was that famous He was just a road musician-To the taverns he would go Singin' songs about the ramblin'-The lovin' girls and gamblin' How the world fell on his shoulders-Back in Boulder I don't know It was out in Arizona-That he heard the lady listenin To each word that he was sayin'-To each line that he would write So he sat down by her table and They talked about the weather Ninety-eight point six and risin'-Down by Boulder dam that day And she told him she would take him-For a ride in the mornin' sun, Back in Boulder he had told her, I don't know when I had a better friend Now he's traded off his Martin-But his troubles are not over For his feet are almost frozen-And the sun is sinkin' low Won't you listen to me brother-If you ever loved your mother Please pull off on the shoulder-If you're goin' Milwaukee way It's ten degrees and getting colder-Down by Boulder dam today |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Songbook (2003)
If you see me smile don't think I'm acting strange
I got my just reward for all my pains I you see me on the TV talking proud Please understand if I don't talk too loud Step around and dance a bit Polish up the dice Set 'em loose and let 'em roll This is my advice Keep your mind a mystery Runnin' hot 'n' cold She's more than money She's 14 Karat Gold If you wonder why I'm acting up this way Gonna cash my chips I'm leavin' town today I got more love than I could ever spend So long, farewell, good-bye, this is the end Step around and dance a bit Polish up the dice Set 'em loose and let 'em roll Be as cool as ice Keep your mind a mystery Runnin' hot 'n' cold She's more than money She's 14 Karat Gold If you get hit by the bug that bit on me If you get caught with something soft and sweet If you get found with something you can't waste Then listen bud, let me give you a taste Step around and dance a bit Polish up the dice Set 'em loose and let 'em roll This is my advice Keep your mind a mystery Runnin' hot 'n' cold She's more than money She's 14 Karat Gold Step around and dance a bit Polish up the dice Set 'em loose and let 'em roll Be as cool as ice Keep your mind a mystery Runnin' hot 'n' cold She's more than money She's 14 Karat Gold |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Shadows (2009)
If you see me smile don't think I'm acting strange
I got my just reward for all my pains I you see me on the TV talking proud Please understand if I don't talk too loud Step around and dance a bit Polish up the dice Set 'em loose and let 'em roll This is my advice Keep your mind a mystery Runnin' hot 'n' cold She's more than money She's 14 Karat Gold If you wonder why I'm acting up this way Gonna cash my chips I'm leavin' town today I got more love than I could ever spend So long, farewell, good-bye, this is the end Step around and dance a bit Polish up the dice Set 'em loose and let 'em roll Be as cool as ice Keep your mind a mystery Runnin' hot 'n' cold She's more than money She's 14 Karat Gold If you get hit by the bug that bit on me If you get caught with something soft and sweet If you get found with something you can't waste Then listen bud, let me give you a taste Step around and dance a bit Polish up the dice Set 'em loose and let 'em roll This is my advice Keep your mind a mystery Runnin' hot 'n' cold She's more than money She's 14 Karat Gold Step around and dance a bit Polish up the dice Set 'em loose and let 'em roll Be as cool as ice Keep your mind a mystery Runnin' hot 'n' cold She's more than money She's 14 Karat Gold |
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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 - Songbook (2003)
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 Life was meant to live and learn A lesson in love A lesson in love |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Songbook (2003)
Hold my hand, so I can hold you in my heart
Hold my hand, so I can guide you through the forest of the night By the sea upon the raging tide A message to the wind I must begin to write of love and rain Touch my heart for it is beating just for you Hear my song, as I sing it to the lost and lonely ones If there were time to spend another day A message to the wind I would begin if he could blow my thoughts to you Hold my hand, now it is time for me to go Take my love and let it rest for we must meet again somehow When you're alone and willows start to bend and rain begins to fall at times you will pretend and not pretend at all I'll be with you again A message to the wind |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - The Way I Feel (2005)
Beyond the wild misty mountain
Within the valley so free There dwells a maid with a heart so mellow Soft as the wind and wild as the sea When will you love me As I love thee I have no gold to give her Nor gowns of soft crimson hue Nor poems of love no rhymes to bring her Into my heart so strong so true When will you love me As I love you Beyond the wild misty mountain Within the valley so free There dwells a maid with a heart so mellow Soft as the wind and wild as the sea When will you love me As I love thee? |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - A Painter Passing Through (1998)
Once upon a time I was on my own
Once upon a time like you've never known Once upon a time I would be impressed Once upon a time my life would be obsessed Once upon a time, once upon a day when I was in my prime, once along the way If you want to know my secret don't come runnin' after me For I am just a painter passing through in history Yesterday is gone, yesterday's alright Yesterday belongs in my dreams at night Yesterday is swell, yesterday is great Yesterday is strong, remembering can wait Once upon a time, once upon a day when I was in my prime, once along the way If you want to know an answer I can't turn your life around For I am just a painter passing through the underground I was in my stride, always at my game Here comes mister cool, along the walk of fame I was in demand, always in control The world was in my hands, my touch had turn to gold Once upon a time, I was in a daze when I was in my prime, once along the way If you want to know my secret don't come runnin' after me For I am just a painter passing through in history Now that I am old, let me rest a spell All that I am told, I can never tell Never in my life, never will it pass I am still alone, remembering at last Once upon a time, once upon a day when I was in my prime, once along the way If you want to know an answer I can't turn your life around For I am just a painter passing through the underground If you want to know my secret don't come runnin' after me For I am just a painter passing through in history |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Songbook (2003)
Once upon a time I was on my own
Once upon a time like you've never known Once upon a time I would be impressed Once upon a time my life would be obsessed Once upon a time, once upon a day when I was in my prime, once along the way If you want to know my secret don't come runnin' after me For I am just a painter passing through in history Yesterday is gone, yesterday's alright Yesterday belongs in my dreams at night Yesterday is swell, yesterday is great Yesterday is strong, remembering can wait Once upon a time, once upon a day when I was in my prime, once along the way If you want to know an answer I can't turn your life around For I am just a painter passing through the underground I was in my stride, always at my game Here comes mister cool, along the walk of fame I was in demand, always in control The world was in my hands, my touch had turn to gold Once upon a time, I was in a daze when I was in my prime, once along the way If you want to know my secret don't come runnin' after me For I am just a painter passing through in history Now that I am old, let me rest a spell All that I am told, I can never tell Never in my life, never will it pass I am still alone, remembering at last Once upon a time, once upon a day when I was in my prime, once along the way If you want to know an answer I can't turn your life around For I am just a painter passing through the underground If you want to know my secret don't come runnin' after me For I am just a painter passing through in history |
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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 - Songbook (2003)
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 - Did She Mention My Name: Back Here On Earth (1996)
The perfume that she wore was from some little store
On the down side of town But it lingered on long after she'd gone I remember it well And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night Her long flowing hair came softly undone And it lay all around And she brushed it down as I stood by her side In the warmth of her love And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin And then we played a game only she could win And she told me a riddle I'll never forget Then left with the answer I've never found yet How long, said she, can a moment like this Belong to someone What's wrong, what is right, when to live or to die We must almost be born So if you should ask me what secrets I hide I'm only your lover, don't make me decide The perfume that she wore was from some little store On the down side of town But it lingered on long after she'd gone I remember it well And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin And then we played a game only she could win And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Songbook (2003)
The perfume that she wore was from some little store
On the down side of town But it lingered on long after she'd gone I remember it well And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night Her long flowing hair came softly undone And it lay all around And she brushed it down as I stood by her side In the warmth of her love And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin And then we played a game only she could win And she told me a riddle I'll never forget Then left with the answer I've never found yet How long, said she, can a moment like this Belong to someone What's wrong, what is right, when to live or to die We must almost be born So if you should ask me what secrets I hide I'm only your lover, don't make me decide The perfume that she wore was from some little store On the down side of town But it lingered on long after she'd gone I remember it well And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin And then we played a game only she could win And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night |
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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 - Don Quixote (2001)
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 - Shadows (2009)
All I'm after is to be on your winning side
All I need is to be turning back the tide 'Cause I care too much for the life that I lead What you're thinking could be anybody's guess All I'm after is the sun and the summer nights By the seashore, don't want no more neon lights Just the sand and the sky as the hours roll by Ain't it funny, how the world seems to be back there in my dreams All I see is my reflection in your wild and winsome ways Ain't it funny, life feels different every day All I'm after is to be the flame in your tattoo Be the one girl who can thrill me through and through This is just a guess but I must confess It feels better being certain Please excuse my truthfulness What I'm seeing's worth believing When you thrill me like you do So you wonder why my feelings never fade I think I got it made In the evening when the rain begins to fall That's when I wonder if you think of me at all But you sound so sad, in your special way Ain't it funny, life feels different with each new passing day All I need is my reflection in your wild and windswept ways Ain't it funny how life changes every day |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Songbook (2003)
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)
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)
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 - 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 - Early Lightfoot: Sunday Concert (1998)
I remember everything
I've learned about survival I've walked with fools and kings And I've even read the Bible There I came upon some lines Givin' me direction Gather not your gold on earth Your kingdom is in heaven But I chose to live instead Inside the shell they gave me 'Til in spite of everything Good fortune came to find me I tried my best to run away But I could not avoid the feelin' Soon I was reelin' on my feet I made a grab at anything The earth was gone and I was on A vicious circle then After I'd gone and let myself surrender I didn't want to die at all I thought I'd live forever Then she gave me everything A king could never borrow But I twisted all her gifts Her wisdom was my sorrow So I left her cryin' And roamed across the river The angels offered me their hands But I could not forget her So I came to where she was By river, road and reason I slept beneath her window In the moonlight summer season But I could not go inside I heard the sound of laughter And the rustle of her hair upon his skin I made a grab at anything The earth was gone and I was on A vicious circle then After I'd gone to cry down my sorrow I didn't want to live no more Nor face the bright tomorrow Then I remembered everything I've learned about survival Havin' walked with fools and kings I've even read the Bible I remember all those lines Givin' me direction Gather not your gold on earth It will not pass inspection And still I think when I'm alone Away from all night splendor If gold could buy one night with her I wish I had some to send her |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Sunday Concert (2006)
I remember everything
I've learned about survival I've walked with fools and kings And I've even read the Bible There I came upon some lines Givin' me direction Gather not your gold on earth Your kingdom is in heaven But I chose to live instead Inside the shell they gave me 'Til in spite of everything Good fortune came to find me I tried my best to run away But I could not avoid the feelin' Soon I was reelin' on my feet I made a grab at anything The earth was gone and I was on A vicious circle then After I'd gone and let myself surrender I didn't want to die at all I thought I'd live forever Then she gave me everything A king could never borrow But I twisted all her gifts Her wisdom was my sorrow So I left her cryin' And roamed across the river The angels offered me their hands But I could not forget her So I came to where she was By river, road and reason I slept beneath her window In the moonlight summer season But I could not go inside I heard the sound of laughter And the rustle of her hair upon his skin I made a grab at anything The earth was gone and I was on A vicious circle then After I'd gone to cry down my sorrow I didn't want to live no more Nor face the bright tomorrow Then I remembered everything I've learned about survival Havin' walked with fools and kings I've even read the Bible I remember all those lines Givin' me direction Gather not your gold on earth It will not pass inspection And still I think when I'm alone Away from all night splendor If gold could buy one night with her I wish I had some to send her |
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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)
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 - 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 - Songbook (2003)
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 - Shadows (2009)
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 - Sunday Concert (2006)
Well, it's four o'clock in the afternoon
And the anchors have been weighed From Miami to Nassau, She's bound across the waves She'll be headin' south through Biscayne Bay Into the open sea Yarmouth Castle, she's a-dyin' and don't know it Now the many years she's been to sea She's seen the better times She gives a groan of protest As they cast away her lines And the grumble of her engines And the rust along her spine Tells the Castle she's too old to be sailin' But the sands run out within her heart A tiny spark glows red It smoulders through the evening There's laughter overhead Now the men are served, and the cards are dealt And the drinks are passed around Deep within the fire starts a-burnin' Now it's midnight on the open sea And the moon is shining bright Some people join the party And others say good-night There's many who are sleeping now It's been a busy day And a tiny wisp of smoke is a-risin' "Oh Lord," she groans, "I'm burning!" "Let someone understand!" But her silent plea is wasted In the playin' of the band Everybody's dancin' on her deck And they're havin' such a time Then a voice says "Shut up and deal, I'm losin'" Deep within the Yarmouth Castle The fire begins to glow It leaps into the hallways And climbs and twists and grows And the paint she wore to keep her young Oh Lord, how well it burns And soon that old fire is a-ragin' Up beneath the bridge it's climbin' fast the captain stands aloft He calls up to the boatswain, 'n' says "Boatswain, we are lost" For the ragged hoses in the racks No pressure do they hold And the people down below Will soon be dyin' All amidships, oh she's blazin' now It's spreadin' fore and aft The people are a-scramblin' As the fire blocks their path The evil smoke surrounds them, And they're fallin' in their tracks And the captain in his lifeboat is a-leavin' Oh then the ship, Bahama Star Comes steamin' through the night She sees the Castle blazin' And 'tis a terrible sight "Jump down, jump down!" the captain cries "We'll save you if we can!" Then the paint on his funnels is a-fryin' "God help the ones who sleep below And cannot find the way! Thank God for those we've rescued Upon this awful day." Now the heroes, they are many, But the times are growin' slim And now from stern to bow She's a-blazin' Oh the Yarmouth Castle's moanin' She's cryin' like a child. You can hear her if you listen Above the roar so wild Is she cryin' for the ones who lie Within her molten sides? Or cryin' for herself, I'm a-wonderin' But the livin' soon were rescued The ones who lived to tell From the Star they watched her As she died there in the swells Like a toy ship on a mill pond She burned all through the night Then slipped 'neath the waves In the mornin' |
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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 - Don Quixote (2001)
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 won't ever change 'Cause we've been friends Through rain or shine For such a long, long time Laughing eyes and smiling face It 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 you've been that way From day to day For such a long, long time And when you 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 won't ever change 'Cause we've been friends Through rain or shine For such a long, long time And I must say it means so much to me To be the one who's telling you I'm telling you That you're beautiful |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Songbook (2003)
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 won't ever change 'Cause we've been friends Through rain or shine For such a long, long time Laughing eyes and smiling face It 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 you've been that way From day to day For such a long, long time And when you 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 won't ever change 'Cause we've been friends Through rain or shine For such a long, long time And I must say it means so much to me To be the one who's telling you I'm telling you That you're beautiful |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Rhino Hi-Five: Gordon Lightfoot (2006)
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 - 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)
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 - Songbook (2003)
Betty Jo, you made it plain
When first you held me near. Even though you caused me pain, You were all the world to me. We made love; we had such fun. Many fine times went by us. Now it's all so hazy And a little bit crazy. Betty Jo, my heart's on fire; I don't need this crying. The next time you see me, The back seat of a taxi's where I'll be. Betty called me in to say goodnight, Much to my relief and pure delight. I think that was my big love scene I do belive her engine run all right. Betty said: get ready, the time has come. I was young and the good life had begun. And with the dawn, the child in me was gone, But it made a man out of me that night. Betty made my clothes and sewed my jeans, listened to my songs and foolish schemes. I think the way she got to me Was aimed like a laser beam right to the soul. Betty, my true love, do what you do tonight. Where she goes I hope she knows she's right. The worst demand and the best of times, She was never the kind to kick and bitch and fight. Betty called me in to say goodnight, Much to my relief and pure delight. And with the dawn, the child in me was gone, But it made a man out of me that night. I think that was my big love scene I do believe her engine run all right. |
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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 - Did She Mention My Name: Back Here On Earth (1996)
Upon the Bitter Green she was,
the hills above the town. Echoed to the footsteps, as soft as heather 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 the 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. Musical Interlude But now, that 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 the 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. 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 - Early Lightfoot: Sunday Concert (1998)
Upon the Bitter Green she was,
the hills above the town. Echoed to the footsteps, as soft as heather 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 the 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. Musical Interlude But now, that 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 the 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. 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 - Songbook (2003)
Upon the Bitter Green she was,
the hills above the town. Echoed to the footsteps, as soft as heather 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 the 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. Musical Interlude But now, that 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 the 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. 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 - Sunday Concert (2006)
Upon the Bitter Green she was,
the hills above the town. Echoed to the footsteps, as soft as heather 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 the 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. Musical Interlude But now, that 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 the 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. 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 - Did She Mention My Name: Back Here On Earth (1996)
Black Day in July
Motor City madness has touched the countryside And through the smoke and cinders you can hear it far and wide The door are quickly bolted and the children locked inside Black Day in July Black Day in July And the soul of Motor City is feared across the land As the book of law and order is taken in the hands Of the sons of the fathers who were carried to this land Black Day in July Black Day in July In the streets of Motor City there's a deadly silent sound And the body of a dead youth lies stretched upon the ground Upon the filthy pavements no reason can be found Black Day in July Black Day in July Motor City madness has touched the countryside And the people rise in anger and the streets begin to fill And there's gunfire from the rooftops and the blood begins to spill Black Day in July In the mansion of the Governor there's nothing that is known for sure The telephone is ringing and the pendulum is swinging And the wonder how it happened and they really know the reason And it wasn't just the temperature and it wasn't just the season Black Day in July Black Day in July Motor City's burning and the flames are running wild They reflect upon the waters of the river and the lake And everyone is listening and everyone's awake Black Day in July Black Day in July The printing press is turning and the news is quickly flashed And you read your morning paper and you sip your cup of tea And you wonder just in passing is it him or is it me Black Day in July In the Office of the President the deed is done the troops are sent There's really not much choice you see it looks to us like anarchy And then the tanks go rolling in patch things up as best they can There is no time to hesitate the speech is made the dues can wait Black Day in July Black Day in July The streets of Motor City now are are quiet and serene But the shapes of gutted buildings strike terror to the heart And you say how did it happen and you say how did it start Why can't we all be brothers why can't we live in peace But the hands of the the have-nots keep falling out of reach Black Day in July Black Day in July Motor City madness has touched the countryside And through the smoke and cinders you can hear it far and wide The door are quickly bolted and the children locked inside Black Day in July Black Day in July Black Day in July |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Shadows (2009)
There's a south wind risin' and the moon shines on my window sill
I've got a feeling I might walk on over the hill I'm bent but not broken, all I need is some rest And a bottle of your very best Blackberry wine There's a new moon risin' and the wind sings its old song Pass it on over it's a sin to be sober too long I'm bent but not broken, all I need is my share Of a bottle of that very rare Blackberry wine My old gal's got a new dress on five and dime Try as she will she can't get me to come home on time But I'd never cheat her or mistreat her you know As over the mountain I go Blackberry wine I'll be soft spoken All I need is my rest And a bottle of your very best Blackberry wine Now my days are numbered and one more heel's been killed Blackberry John left me his old recipe in his will I'm bent but not broken, all I need is some time And a bottle of your very fine Blackberry wine Blackberry wine, You know that I'm quite dry without you Blackberry wine |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - A Painter Passing Through (1998)
I would rather be at the boathouse, out of the daily grind
I'd sooner be down at the boathouse, what a way to unwind Now I don't wanna know how it feels to be set back So I'm leavin' here on a one-way track I'd rather be in mosquito alley, out of my right hand lane You should see my mosquiot tally, all that moves is fair game Now I don't wanna know how it feels not to be loose So I'm leavin' here on the first caboose So I'm leavin' here on the first caboose I can't sleep by a gentle ocean, I can't sleep my a water fall I can't sleep by a lovely river. I can't sleep. I can't sleep Dee dee dee, dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee I would rather sleep at the boathouse, what more can I say I'd soon eat down at the boathouse, let it carry me away Now I don't wanna know how it feels to step aside So I'm leavin' here on a wicked ride Or I could be back at the alehouse, with a flagon or two A few blocks south of the jailhouse, with a hole in my shoe Now I don't wanna know how it feels to stop a truck So I'm leavin' here and wishin' you good luck I'm leavin' here and wishin' you good luck I can't sleep by a gentle ocean, I can't sleep my a water fall I can't sleep by a lovely river. I can't sleep. I can't sleep Dee dee dee, dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee I'd rather be in mosquito alley, keepin' spiders in line I'd sooner be down at the boathouse, what a way to unwind Now I don't wanna know how it feels not to be loose So I'm leavin' here on the first caboose I'm leavin' here on the first caboose Dee dee dee, dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Songbook (2003)
The night is as black as the coal dust on the tracks
Up to the east day is dawning From time to time I get women on my mind I'm a son of a gun Borderstone, borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight The train that I'm on is a hundred boxcars long So I don't sleep through to the morning That's some chilly wind in this gondola I'm in I wish I had a glass of beer Borderstone, borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight Borderstone, borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight The boardinghouse reach is a thing no school can teach you I confess I've been outfumbled And the sound of the beans boiling through the evergreens Sure do please a hungry man Borderstone, borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight Borderstone, borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight The sound of the wheels rebounds across the fields I'm a name with no number And so I guess I'd be drifting more or less But still it's not meant to be Borderstone, borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight Borderstone, borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight Borderstone, borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Did She Mention My Name: Back Here On Earth (1996)
Boss Man Boss Man what do ya say
I gotta get you alone in the mine some day Boss Man Boss Man turn it around If you don't look away how can I sit down Look at this load upon my back Gotta get this wheel back on the track I can't hold on but I can't let go And I can't say yes I can't say 'no' Holes in my pockets and holes in my shoes If you're ready for me I'm ready for you The company plan takes all my pay Got a child in July and another last May Boss Man Boss Man what do ya say Gonna get you alone in the mine some day Push your face down in the coal 'Cause you got no heart you got no soul Country life's the life for me In ten more years I'll a pensioner be The younger lad knows when the girls are out But you might say he's a rural sprout Boss Man Boss Man what do ya say Gonna get you alone in the mine some day Boss Man Boss Man clear the track You're gonna tear the skin right offa my back Boss Man, Boss Man what do ya say If you can't lend a hand then get outta my way It'll be murder in the first degree If you ever lay your hands on me Boss Man Boss Man pay my rent A dollar I've earned is a dollar I've spent The company plan takes all my check For breakin' my back and riskin' my neck Boss Man Boss Man what do ya say I gotta get you alone in the mine some day I can't hold on but I can't let go And I can't say yes I can't say 'no' |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Early Lightfoot: Sunday Concert (1998)
Boss Man Boss Man what do ya say
I gotta get you alone in the mine some day Boss Man Boss Man turn it around If you don't look away how can I sit down Look at this load upon my back Gotta get this wheel back on the track I can't hold on but I can't let go And I can't say yes I can't say 'no' Holes in my pockets and holes in my shoes If you're ready for me I'm ready for you The company plan takes all my pay Got a child in July and another last May Boss Man Boss Man what do ya say Gonna get you alone in the mine some day Push your face down in the coal 'Cause you got no heart you got no soul Country life's the life for me In ten more years I'll a pensioner be The younger lad knows when the girls are out But you might say he's a rural sprout Boss Man Boss Man what do ya say Gonna get you alone in the mine some day Boss Man Boss Man clear the track You're gonna tear the skin right offa my back Boss Man, Boss Man what do ya say If you can't lend a hand then get outta my way It'll be murder in the first degree If you ever lay your hands on me Boss Man Boss Man pay my rent A dollar I've earned is a dollar I've spent The company plan takes all my check For breakin' my back and riskin' my neck Boss Man Boss Man what do ya say I gotta get you alone in the mine some day I can't hold on but I can't let go And I can't say yes I can't say 'no' |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Songbook (2003)
Boss Man Boss Man what do ya say
I gotta get you alone in the mine some day Boss Man Boss Man turn it around If you don't look away how can I sit down Look at this load upon my back Gotta get this wheel back on the track I can't hold on but I can't let go And I can't say yes I can't say 'no' Holes in my pockets and holes in my shoes If you're ready for me I'm ready for you The company plan takes all my pay Got a child in July and another last May Boss Man Boss Man what do ya say Gonna get you alone in the mine some day Push your face down in the coal 'Cause you got no heart you got no soul Country life's the life for me In ten more years I'll a pensioner be The younger lad knows when the girls are out But you might say he's a rural sprout Boss Man Boss Man what do ya say Gonna get you alone in the mine some day Boss Man Boss Man clear the track You're gonna tear the skin right offa my back Boss Man, Boss Man what do ya say If you can't lend a hand then get outta my way It'll be murder in the first degree If you ever lay your hands on me Boss Man Boss Man pay my rent A dollar I've earned is a dollar I've spent The company plan takes all my check For breakin' my back and riskin' my neck Boss Man Boss Man what do ya say I gotta get you alone in the mine some day I can't hold on but I can't let go And I can't say yes I can't say 'no' |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Sunday Concert (2006)
Boss Man Boss Man what do ya say
I gotta get you alone in the mine some day Boss Man Boss Man turn it around If you don't look away how can I sit down Look at this load upon my back Gotta get this wheel back on the track I can't hold on but I can't let go And I can't say yes I can't say 'no' Holes in my pockets and holes in my shoes If you're ready for me I'm ready for you The company plan takes all my pay Got a child in July and another last May Boss Man Boss Man what do ya say Gonna get you alone in the mine some day Push your face down in the coal 'Cause you got no heart you got no soul Country life's the life for me In ten more years I'll a pensioner be The younger lad knows when the girls are out But you might say he's a rural sprout Boss Man Boss Man what do ya say Gonna get you alone in the mine some day Boss Man Boss Man clear the track You're gonna tear the skin right offa my back Boss Man, Boss Man what do ya say If you can't lend a hand then get outta my way It'll be murder in the first degree If you ever lay your hands on me Boss Man Boss Man pay my rent A dollar I've earned is a dollar I've spent The company plan takes all my check For breakin' my back and riskin' my neck Boss Man Boss Man what do ya say I gotta get you alone in the mine some day I can't hold on but I can't let go And I can't say yes I can't say 'no' |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Don Quixote (2001)
Born in the country and I like that country smile
Of the little girls and boys, they remind me of a child That I knew and a big harvest moon That shon' by suppertime in the dusty afternoon And I need to be there When the autumn wind goes whistlin' through the trestle we would climb Like brave mountaineers We never were much bothered by time Born in the country and I like that country song We played for just a nickel every time we got to town And I bought you a dime diamond ring In the hayloft we would play, we were princesses and kings And I need to be there When the world gets too heavy and the shadows cross my mind Like brave mountaineers We never were much bothered by time Born in the country and I like that country way Of the uncles and the cousins and the card games they would play While the young ones slept overhead Beneath the quilts that mother made, when all the prayers were said And I need to be there When the autumn wind goes whistlin' through the trestle we would climb Like brave mountaineers We never were much bothered by time And I need to be there When the world gets too heavy and the shadows cross my mind Like brave mountaineers We never were much bothered by time |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Songbook (2003)
There's an ocean in my mind
I'd give the world if I could find A sailing ship and leave the past behind Now that I must say adieu It's killing me, I'm telling you When freedom calls what can a person do I have felt the winds of change Go stealing through my heart and soul How wild it seems In love songs and in nursery rhymes On movie screens, in fairy tales Lie broken dreams Life's broken dreams Love's broken dreams Sometimes a broken dream Will make you sad or make you mean Sometimes things ain't as bad as they might seem You might walk a lonely street Until one day you chance to meet A stranger who might ask where have you been You will see the light of change Come shining through your windowpane When hope is gone Though money, fame, and riches are For fools and kings or anything That turns them on Life's broken deals Life's spinning wheels There's an ocean I have found I'd like to sail the world around And dream about the life I hope I'll find Now that I must say adieu To love's returns, I'm telling you When freedom comes what can a person do I have felt the winds of change Go stealing through my heart and soul How wild they seem In sounds of spring, in winter storms In autumn gales, on summer morns Lie broken dreams In love songs and in nursery rhymes On movie screens, in fairy tales Like broken dreams Life's broken dreams Love's broken dreams |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Summer Side Of Life (1994)
All I can see is the sea and the sky
And the sky is blue and the sea is green Yesterday's a cabaret Gowns of satin on ladies gay Yesterday's a cabaret Sounds of laughter on faces grey Yesterday's a carousel Catch the ring and all will be well From the coast of California Up to the Oregon border I've thumbed a thousand miles I guess Sitting in a roadside diner The big trucks rollin' by I don't seem to know at times what's best And still I'd like to tell her That I miss her so In north Ontario If you're drivin' east to Reno Or north to Mendecino I hope you find your rainbow's end This highway is my rainbow And though I might regret it I'm so glad I said it way back when And still I'd like to tell her That I miss her so In north Ontario |
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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 - Early Lightfoot: Sunday Concert (1998)
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 built the mines, 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 won and lost and many a debt to pay For they looked in the future and what did they see They saw an iron road runnin' from the 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 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 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 Layin' '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' a toast to the dead Oh the song of the future has been sung all the battles have been won On 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 - The Way I Feel (2005)
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 built the mines, 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 won and lost and many a debt to pay For they looked in the future and what did they see They saw an iron road runnin' from the 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 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 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 Layin' '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' a toast to the dead Oh the song of the future has been sung all the battles have been won On 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 - Sunday Concert (2006)
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 built the mines, 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 won and lost and many a debt to pay For they looked in the future and what did they see They saw an iron road runnin' from the 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 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 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 Layin' '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' a toast to the dead Oh the song of the future has been sung all the battles have been won On 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 - 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 - Songbook (2003)
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 - Rhino Hi-Five: Gordon Lightfoot (2006)
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 - 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 - Early Lightfoot: Sunday Concert (1998)
Sit by my side come as close as the air
Sharin' a memory of grey And wander in my words And dream about the pictures that I play Of changes Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall To brown and to yellow they fade And then they have to die Trapped within the circle time parade Of changes Moments of magic will glow in the night All fears of the forest are gone For when the morning breaks They're swept away by golden drops of dawn Of changes Passions will part to a warm melody As fires will sometimes turn cold Like petals in the wind We're puppets to the silver strings of souls Of changes Your tears will be trembling now we're somewhere else One last cup of wine we will pour I'll kiss you one more time And leave you on the rolling river shore Of changes |
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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 - 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. |
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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 - Don Quixote (2001)
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 (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 - 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 - Harmony (2008)
What can you do, you'll never win, where will you go, when night closes in?
Where will it lead, will it ever it end, where will it stop? Losing a friend isn't what we had in mind exactly. All we need is a friend I guess, with my midnight star to guide through clouds of loneliness. You knew someone, but was it love? So many years, push came to shove. You had a dream, so they had one too, you turned away, they were untrue. In our early days we were too willing. At the time we had yet to arrive, many a man and a woman found trying to stay alive. Where will you go, what will you do when your whole world ain't talking to you? Maybe you think, you will see the light, maybe you'll find, what you hope is right and I'm all dressed up to be somebody. All I need is a friendly face with my midnight crowd to glide through clouds of empty space. Seems like every time we turn around, what we see could be anyone's guess. Many a man and a woman found in clouds of loneliness. |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Did She Mention My Name: Back Here On Earth (1996)
I came down from Albany to New York to find what I'd been missin'
I looked across the river to the city where the windows all stood glistenin' I stood listenin' Into a tunnel I did rise, like a grave inside, but I was young and able When I came out the other end, ah through the smoke the winter light was feeble Unreadable I was optimistic though, a cabbie told me where to go I thanked him A face of white a face of brown, here a smile, there a look of danger For a stranger It was too unreal for me I found no one who trusted me There was no man could offer me A cold hand from New York Cold hands from New York A voice within you cries won't someone please help me I'll do the same for you one day If you should ever pass my way and need me I came down to live alone in New York the city of the living There were fortunes at my feet but most of men were taking, none we giving Or forgiving Children ran and children played and roses grew in alleyways I saw them There were men who lived in style and others who had died where no one knew them 'Cause they couldn't win There were parks where old men slept and dingy rooms where babies crept unwanted Till I began to ask myself if there was hope or if it mattered what the did Or if they lived It was too unreal for me I found no one who trusted me There was no man could offer me A cold hand from New York Cold hands from New York A voice within you cries won't someone please help me I'll do the same for you one day If you should ever pass my way and need me I came down from Albany to New York to find what I'd been missin' I looked across the river to the city where the windows all stood glistenin' I stood listenin' There were prophets in the squares and people there who smiled and said forget it There were lovers in the park and there was danger in the dark, I felt it So afraid of it There were preachers of the word and poets who were never heard I heard them There were those who would not try to learn the measure of the lie They're livin' I heard a young musician play in a place where they paid you not to listen I heard a woman scream for help while men stood by and offered their best wishes That's how it is It was too unreal for me I found no one who trusted me There was no man could offer me A cold hand from New York Cold hands from New York A voice within you cries won't someone please help me I'll do the same for you one day If you should ever pass my way and need me |
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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 - Songbook (2003)
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)
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)
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 - Summer Side Of Life (1994)
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 wheel of love goes '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 Wheels go 'round When a new day begins I go down to the cotton gin And I make my time worthwhile to them Then I climb back up again Then she waits by the door Oh Cotton Jenny, I'm sore And she rubs my feet while the sun goes down And the wheel of love goes '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 Wheels go 'round In the hot, sickly south When they say "well shut my mouth" I can never be free from the cotton grind But I know I've got what's mine With a soft southern flame Oh, Cotton Jenny's her name she wakes me up when the sun goes down and the wheel of love goes 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 Wheels go 'round The wheel goes 'round 'Round and 'round |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Songbook (2003)
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 wheel of love goes '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 Wheels go 'round When a new day begins I go down to the cotton gin And I make my time worthwhile to them Then I climb back up again Then she waits by the door Oh Cotton Jenny, I'm sore And she rubs my feet while the sun goes down And the wheel of love goes '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 Wheels go 'round In the hot, sickly south When they say "well shut my mouth" I can never be free from the cotton grind But I know I've got what's mine With a soft southern flame Oh, Cotton Jenny's her name she wakes me up when the sun goes down and the wheel of love goes 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 Wheels go 'round The wheel goes 'round 'Round and 'round |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Harmony (2008)
There's a town they call Orillia, it is there of which I sing.
It is just above Lake Simcoe, by Lake Couchiching. Couchiching, Couchiching, by Lake Couchiching. Couchiching,by Lake Couchiching. Couchiching, Couchiching, by Lake Couchiching, Couchiching Across the raging Narrows, Casino Rama stands where there once were only sparrows, people come from other lands. To the west lie hills aplenty, if skiing is your thing, you can while away the summer by Lake Couchiching. Couchiching, Couchiching, by Lake Couchiching. Couchiching,by Lake Couchiching. Couchiching, Couchiching, by Lake Couchiching, Couchiching In Orillia they had movies and sports and music too, and all around the shore line were the folks that we all knew. Couchiching, Couchiching, by Lake Couchiching. Couchiching,by Lake Couchiching. Couchiching, Couchiching, by Lake Couchiching, Couchiching Now I've spent my life in travel, now I've spent my life in dust. Now I've spent my life in family, now I've spent my life in trust. Any way you'd like to cut in, it'll hit you with a ping. When you think about Orillia, and it's by Lake Couchiching. Couchiching, Couchiching, by Lake Couchiching. Couchiching,by Lake Couchiching. Couchiching, Couchiching, by Lake Couchiching, Couchiching When I get my final slumber, when I pawn my diamond ring, I will do my final number, by Lake Couchiching. Couchiching, Couchiching, by Lake Couchiching. Couchiching,by Lake Couchiching. Couchiching, Couchiching, by Lake Couchiching, Couchiching |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - The Way I Feel (2005)
When first I did appear upon this native soil
All up and down this country at labor I did toil I slumbered in the moonlight and I rose with the sun I rambled through the canyons where the cold rivers run When first I did come down where the land meets the sea The people said Who are you and what would your name be I said I have no home and I am no man's son 'Twas inland I was born and from inland that I come In the good land I was young and I was strong No one dared to call me son Happy just to see my day's work done See my day's work done So I swung an axe as a timberjack And I worked the Quebec mines And on the golden prairie I rode the big combines I sailed the maritime waters of many a seaport town Built the highways and the byways to the western salmon grounds I've gazed upon the good times I've seen the bad times too Felt many a cold and bitter wind and many a mornin' dew I've watched the country growin' like a fair and mighty thing And on the still of a summer night I've heard the mountains ring In the good land I was young and I was strong No one dared to call me son Happy just to see my day's work done See my day's work done But now the seeds are planted and the gates are open wide The old ways are forgotten there's no place left to hide And the legacy I'm leavin' you is not very hard to find You'll see it all around you at this crossroads of time In the sweet soil it's a-growin' At the crossroads of time |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Endless Wire (1994)
She walks by the sea where the seaworld is
And she waits for the man to come She lives in town with her high-heeled friends And she knows it's a long way down But she doesn't have to get up in the morning With her hair so soft and long Daylight Katy come on Daylight Katy come on If you can't follow me down Daylight Katy go home Daylight Katy come on Daylight Katy come on If you can't follow me down Daylight Katy go home She walks to the sea where the seaweed is Where the rust in the dirt runs deep She lives nine lives in her midnight world While her old man's fast asleep And she doesn't have to get up in the mornin' With her hair so soft and long Daylight Katy come on Daylight Katy come on If you can't follow me down Daylight Katy go home Daylight Katy come on Daylight Katy come on If you can't follow me down Daylight Katy go home She lives by the sea when the summer wind comes And the sea don't mind at all She talks to the sea when the sea runs wild And the waves run steep and tall And she doesn't have to get up in the mornin' With her hair so soft and long Daylight Katy come on Daylight Katy come on If you can't follow me down Daylight Katy go home Daylight Katy come on Daylight Katy come on If you can't follow me down Daylight Katy go home |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Did She Mention My Name: Back Here On Earth (1996)
It's so nice to meet an old friend and pass the time of day
And talk about the home town a million miles away Is the ice still on the river, are the old folks still the same And by the way, did she mention my name Did she mention my name just in passing And when the morning came, do you remember if she dropped a name or two Is the home team still on fire, do they still win all the games And by the way, did she mention my name Is the landlord still a loser, do his signs hang in the hall Are the young girls still as pretty in the city in the fall Does the laughter on their faces still put the sun to shame And by the way, did she mention my name Did she mention my name just in passing And when the talk ran high, did the look in her eye seem far away Is the old roof still leaking when the late snow turns to rain And by the way, did she mention my name Did she mention my name just in passing And looking at the rain, do you remember if she dropped a name or two Won't you say hello from someone, they'll be no need to explain And by the way, did she mention my name |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Early Morning Rain (2006)
It's so nice to meet an old friend and pass the time of day
And talk about the home town a million miles away Is the ice still on the river, are the old folks still the same And by the way, did she mention my name Did she mention my name just in passing And when the morning came, do you remember if she dropped a name or two Is the home team still on fire, do they still win all the games And by the way, did she mention my name Is the landlord still a loser, do his signs hang in the hall Are the young girls still as pretty in the city in the fall Does the laughter on their faces still put the sun to shame And by the way, did she mention my name Did she mention my name just in passing And when the talk ran high, did the look in her eye seem far away Is the old roof still leaking when the late snow turns to rain And by the way, did she mention my name Did she mention my name just in passing And looking at the rain, do you remember if she dropped a name or two Won't you say hello from someone, they'll be no need to explain And by the way, did she mention my name |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Did She Mention My Name: Back Here On Earth (1996)
Does your mother know
You had to go someday Does your mother know That you would go so fast Anyway, that's all you think about You'd call her if you could But the letters that you write In the faded winter light Just tell her they tell her That you've got ten dollars and you'll be all right And when you get straight you're gonna come back east some day Does your mother know You have a man in the West Does your mother know You drove him from your door Anyway that's all you think about You'd call her if you could Does your mother know You walked all day in the rain Does your mother know How deep your love could be Anyway that's all you think about You'd call her if you could But the letters that you write In the faded winter light Just tell her they tell her That you've got ten dollars and your rent costs eight And when you get straight you're gonna come back east some day But the letters that you write in the faded winter light Just tell her they tell her |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Early Morning Rain (2006)
Does your mother know
You had to go someday Does your mother know That you would go so fast Anyway, that's all you think about You'd call her if you could But the letters that you write In the faded winter light Just tell her they tell her That you've got ten dollars and you'll be all right And when you get straight you're gonna come back east some day Does your mother know You have a man in the West Does your mother know You drove him from your door Anyway that's all you think about You'd call her if you could Does your mother know You walked all day in the rain Does your mother know How deep your love could be Anyway that's all you think about You'd call her if you could But the letters that you write In the faded winter light Just tell her they tell her That you've got ten dollars and your rent costs eight And when you get straight you're gonna come back east some day But the letters that you write in the faded winter light Just tell her they tell her |
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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 - Don Quixote (2001)
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 - Songbook (2003)
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 - Songbook (2003)
You've bin in all my dreams since you've been gone
Each mornin' that I wake up with the dawn Dream Street Rose I like the way you smile Dream Street Rose stay with me a while You gave more than anyone could ask You washed away all shadows from my past Dream Street Rose heaven only knows Dream Street Rose that's the way she goes Dream Street Rose let us not pretend Heaven knows will you love me Right 'til the end Somewhere in between there stands a dream The sweetest dream that we have ever seen Dream Street Rose I like the way you smile Dream Street Rose please stay with me a while Dream Street Rose I miss you when you're gone Heaven knows I'm gonna love ya From now on Dream Street Rose I like the way you smile Dream Street Rose stay with me a while Dream Street Rose heaven only knows Dream Street Rose that's the way she goes |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - Endless Wire (1994)
You come to me in times of need
When you can't find anyone You seem to be much better off now There's a rainbow number one We could see life through the gutter then Till it caused my heart to break There was too much toil in dreamland And too much love to take Sometimes I remember when We were all dressed up in style I don't recall the gist of it all But you drove the young men wild You could wrap me around your finger Till it caused my heart to break There was too much toil in dreamland And too much love to take So if you need me near you You can do it if you choose There was too much toil in dreamland And too much love to lose You make me do what you want me to do Then you run the rules on me You seem to be the wiser now Could it be you've been deceived Anytime you felt like tryin' You would cause my heart to break There was too much toil in dreamland And too much love mistake So if you need me near you now You can do it if you choose There was too much toil in dreamland And too much love to lose |
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from Gordon Lightfoot - A Painter Passing Through (1998)
I don't believe in miracles if it's all the same by you
Your wishes would come true if I had my say Whether it's right or wrong the words of every song Remind us of a love we knew where love should not go wrong In yesterday Hang on ye drifters now you got so much to go and gamble on Watch out for the shifting sand where ever you may ramble Even now as I look back and see all that's come to pass I can't remember how it was I got here Look around this place there's a smile on every face We're somewhere in the afterglow out there among the stars Out there among the bars Hang on ye drifters now you got places to go and people to meet Watch out for the shifting tide where ever you may travel. I know I should not complain because life's been good to me It feels real good to be stranded on my own Be that as it may be we are what we are I'll find you in the afterglow out there among the stars Of yesteryear Hang on ye drifters now you got so much to go and gamble on Watch out for the shifting sand where ever you may ramble All you drifters now you got places to go and people to meet Watch out for the shifting tide where ever you may travel. |
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