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Gordon Lightfoot Painter Passing Through

You got so much to go and gamble on Watch out for the shifting sand Where ever you may ramble Even now, as I look back and see all that's come to pass

Hear the call of the ringneck loon Hear the sound, he will be home soon Hear the cry in the afternoon Ringneck Loon, he knows best He's a loon and he

Dee dee dee, dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee I would rather be at the boathouse, out of the daily grind I'd sooner be down at the boathouse, what a way

I've got a song that it is my mind My little love who is never unkind "I'm a poet and I'm better off dead" These are the words she said Down by the breadline

day on Yonge Street Everywhere you go in a city by the lake Back there in the flow you may give a hand a shake Everyone you pass seems to wanna say

Превод: Гордон Лигхтфоот. Сликар Пролазећи кроз.