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, hall and bars Everyone that I call friend Knows they will not be forgot Trains and planes and rented cars Singers, saints and other starts 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 Pickin' 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'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
