Lyrics
when i walk the hill so high, around the town where i was born, new york seems so far away, though i was there just yesterday, 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, 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 walk the hill so high, around the town where i was born, new york seems so far away, though i was there just yesterday, i would travel all my life, if loneliness was not the price, while headin' north across that line's, the only time i'm flyin'
Song details
Artist: lightfoot, gordon