Hi'Way Songs, ©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, singers, 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 flying