在手机上保存，获得更好体验
Crossroads - Gordon Lightfoot
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 lumberjack
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 mornin' dew
I've watched the country growin'
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
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 leavin'
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
