Hi'way Songs (1972) by Gordon Lightfoot
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, 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 is
The only time I'm flyin' . . .
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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, 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 is
The only time I'm flyin' . . .
Powers and effects: Another gate song possibility
Canadian lighthouse to U.S. Warship approaching it: "This is a lighthouse. Your call!"