When I walk the hills so high
'round the town where I was born
New York seems so far away,
though I was there just yesterday (fine)
I have played on my guitar
in coffeehouses, halls and bars
Everyone that I call friend
knows they will not be forgot.
Trains and planes and rented cars,
singers, saints and other stars
I suspect them every one
They'll never change, it's too much fun.
Just for now I'd like to rest
in the shade of a maple tree
To the blue Canadian sky
I'll say a prayer for the world out there.
When I stand on my own sod,
it feels so good to be home, by God
The winter wind has turned my head
But I always came up warm somehow.
Bottles, beads and cigarettes
and lovers that I ain't found yet
Picking with a friend till dawn
and singing all of those hi'way songs.
da capo al fine
I would travel all my life,
if loneliness was not the price
While heading north across that line's
the only time I'm flying