CROSSROADS
Gordon Lightfoot 1967



When first I did appear upon this native soil
All up and down this country at labor I did toil
I slumbered in the  moonlight and I rose with the sun
I rambled through the canyons where the cold rivers run.

When first I did come down where the land meets the sea
The people said who are you and what would your name be
I said I have no home and I am no man's son
'Twas inland I was born and from inland that I come.

In the good land I was young and I was strong
No one dared to call me son.
Happy just to see my day's work done
See my day's work done.

So I swung an axe as a timberjack and I worked the Quebec mines
And on the golden prairie I rode the big combines
I sailed the maritime waters of many a seaport town
Built the highways and the byways to the western salmon grounds.

I've gazed upon the good times I've seen the bad times too
Felt many a cold and bitter wind and many a morning dew
I've watched the country growing like a fair and mighty thing
And on the still of a summer night I've heard the mountains ring.

In the good land I was young and I was strong
No one dared to call me son
Happy just to see my day's work done
See my day's work done.

(bridge)

But now the seeds are planted and the gates are open wide
The old ways are forgotten there's no place left to hide
And the legacy I'm leaving you is not very hard to find
You'll see it all around you at this crossroads of time
In the sweet soil it's a-growin' at the crossroads of time.




(Transcribed by David Story - February 2013)