©1972 by Gordon Lightfoot

When I walk the hills 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
Ssingers, saints, and other stars
I suspect them everyone
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 'til dawn
Singing all 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 hills 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 heading north across that line
Is the only time I'm flyin'

See also:
JustSomeLyrics
51
51.72
Café Tacvba Tengo Todo Lyrics
El Gusto Es Nuestro Blues del autobús Lyrics