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'


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