Gordon Lightfoot - Sixteen Miles (to Seven Lakes)
Sixteen Miles (to Seven Lakes)
Early in the mornin', when the dew is on
Each and every rosebud, you will find me gone.
Oh knock me down, pick me up, and knock me down again,
Break my heart, steal my gold, and slander my good name.
Seven lonely hours on a morning train
Take me to a place where I won't come back again.
Seven lonely pullmans speedin' down the line,
Takin' me away from an old love o' mine.
Sixteen miles to seven lakes way up among the pines,
In some hidden valley where the twirlin' river twines,
Where the fish swim up and down, sparklin' waters fall,
Where the thunder rolls, and the lonely puma calls.
Somewhere on the mountain, I'll take another name,
Rid my mind of memories, and start my life again.
Somewhere in the wilderness, I'll build a cabin small,
And forget so I won't remember you at all.
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