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'