Seven islands to the high side of the bay, 'cross the bay To the sunset through the blue light of a fiery autumn haze We went walking on the high side of the bay on a chilly morn And we saw how leaves had fallen on the beds where trees were born Any man in his right mind could not fail to be made aware Any woman with a gift of wisdom would not seek her answers there
Seven islands to the high side of the bay if you're looking west To the sunset you can see it, all in fiery autumn dress Anytime would be the right time to come up to your bed of boughs Anybody with a wish to wander could not fail but to be aroused
Living high in the city, guess you think it's a pretty good way You get to learn but when you get burned you got nothing to say You seem to think because you got chicken to go you're in luck Fortune will not find you in your mansion or your truck Brothers will desert you when you're down and shit out of luck
Look around at the morning, guess you're doing the best you can Surely you know that when you go nobody gives you a hand Think of the air you're breathing in, think of the time you waste Think of the right and wrong and consider the frown on your face
It's time you tried living on the high side of the bay, you need a rest Any woman or a man with a wish to fade away could be so blessed Fortune will not find you in your mansion turned to gold Brothers will desert you when your nights turn long and cold
If you feel it you better believe it, you're gonna see it, so you really know It is rising like a feather, dipping and dancing from below There's a new wave that is breaking in the wake of a passing ship Every nation's gonna be shaken, put it together, don't let it slip
It's time you tried living on the high side of the bay, you need a rest Any man or a woman with a wish to fade away could be so blessed
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