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Gordon Lightfoot

Genres: Folk

Crossroads Lyrics - Gordon Lightfoot

When first, I did appear upon this native soil 

All up and down this country at labor I did toil 

I slumbered in the moonlight and I rose with the sun 

I rambled through the canyons where the cold rivers run 

 

When first, I did come down where the land meets the sea 

The people said Who are you and what would your name be 

I said I have no home and I am no man's son 

'Twas inland I was born and from inland that I come 

 

In the good land, I was young and I was strong 

No one dared to call me son 

Happy just to see my day's work done 

See my day's work done 

 

So, I swung an axe as a timberjack and I worked the Quebec mines 

And on the golden prairie I rode the big combines 

I sailed the maritime waters of many a seaport town 

Built the highways and the byways to the western salmon grounds 

 

I've gazed upon the good times I've seen the bad times too 

Felt many a cold and bitter wind and many a mornin' dew 

I've watched the country growin' like a fair and mighty thing 

And on the still of a summer night I've heard the mountains ring 

 

In the good land, I was young and I was strong 

No one dared to call me son 

Happy just to see my day's work done 

See my day's work done 

 

But now, the seeds are planted and the gates are open wide 

The old ways are forgotten there's no place left to hide 

And the legacy I'm leavin' you is not very hard to find 

You'll see it all around you at this crossroads of time 

In the sweet soil it's a growin' at the crossroads of time 

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