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Gordon Lightfoot

Genres: Folk

Seven Island Suite Lyrics - Gordon Lightfoot

Seven islands to the high side of the bay 

Cross the bay 

To the sunset through the blue light 

Of a fiery autumn haze 

 

We went walkin' on the high side of the bay 

On a chilly morn 

And we saw how leaves had fallen on the beds 

Where trees are born 

 

Any man in his right mind 

Could not fail to be made aware 

Any woman with a gift of wisdom 

Would not seek her answers there 

 

Seven islands to the high side of the bay 

If you're lookin' west 

To the sunset you can see it 

All in fiery autumn dress 

 

Anytime would be the right time 

To come up to your bed of boughs 

Anybody with a wish to wander 

Could not fail but to be aroused 

 

Livin' high in the city 

Guess you think it's a pretty good way 

You get to learn but when you get burned 

You got nothin' to say 

You seem to think because you got chicken to go 

You're in luck 

 

Fortune will not find you 

In your mansion or your truck 

Brothers will desert you 

When you're down and shit out of luck 

 

Look around at the mornin' 

Guess you're doin' the best you can 

Surely you know that when you go 

Nobody gives you a hand 

 

Think of the air you're breathin' in 

Think of the time you waste 

Think of the right and wrong 

And consider the frown on your face 

 

It's time you tried livin' on the high side of the bay 

You need a rest 

Any woman or a man with a wish to fade away 

Could be so blessed 

 

Fortune will not find you 

In your mansion turned to gold 

Brothers will desert you 

When your nights turn long and cold 

 

If you feel it you better believe it 

You're gonna see it, you really know 

It is risin' like a feather 

Dippin' and dancin' from below 

 

There's a new wave that is breakin' 

In the wake of the passin' ship 

Every nation's gonna be shaken 

Put it together, don't let it slip 

 

It's time you tried livin' on the high side of the bay 

You need a rest 

Any man or a woman with a wish to fade away 

Could be so blessed 

 

Seven islands to the high side of the bay 

Cross the bay 

To the sunset through the blue light 

Of a fiery autumn haze 

To the sunset through the blue light 

Of a fiery autumn haze 

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