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
Theyll never change
Its too much fun
Just for now Id like to rest
In the shade of a maple tree
To the blue canadian sky
Ill 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 aint found yet
Pickin with a friend till dawn
And singing all of those hiway songs
Just for now Id like to rest
In the shade of a maple tree
To the blue canadian sky
Ill 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 lines
The only time Im flyin


