Tác giả : Gordon Lightfoot
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Oh the neon lights were flashin' 
And the icy wind did blow 
The water seeped into his shoes 
And the drizzle turned to snow 
His eyes were red, his hopes were dead 
And the wine was runnin' low 
And the old man came home 
From the forest 
His tears fell on the sidewalk 
As he stumbled in the street 
A dozen faces stopped to stare 
But no one stopped to speak 
For his castle was a hallway 
And the bottle was his friend 
And the old man stumbled in 
From the forest 
 
Up a dark and dingy staircase 
The old man made his way 
His ragged coat around him 
As upon his cot he lay 
And he wondered how it happened 
That he ended up this way 
Getting lost like a fool 
In the forest 
 
And as he lay there sleeping 
A vision did appear 
Upon his mantle shining 
A face of one so dear 
Who had loved him in the springtime 
Of a long-forgotten year 
When the wildflowers did bloom 
In the forest 
 
She touched his grizzled fingers 
And she called him by his name 
And then he heard the joyful sound 
Of children at their games 
In an old house on a hillside 
In some forgotten town 
Where the river runs down 
From the forest 
 
With a mighty roar the big jets soar 
Above the canyon streets 
And the con men con but life goes on 
For the city never sleeps 
And to an old forgotten soldier 
The dawn will come no more 
For the old man has come home 
From the forest