'cross the bay
To the sunset through the blue light
of a fiery autumn haze
We went walking on the high side
of the bay on a chilly morn
And we saw how leaves had fallen on the beds
where trees were 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
Living high in the city,
guess you think it's a pretty good way
You get to learn but when you get burned
you got nothing 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 morning,
guess you're doing the best you can
Surely you know that when you go
nobody gives you a hand
Think of the air you're breathing 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 living 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, so you really know
It is rising like a feather,
dipping and dancing from below
There's a new wave that is breakin'
in the wake of a passing ship
Every nation's gonna be shaken,
put it together, don't let it slip
It's time you tried living 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
Gordon Lightfoot
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