Tác giả : Gordon Lightfoot
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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'