Day 10
From 1967. This is such a sad song, I cry every time I listen
to it. This is the first and last verse,
but you really have to hear the entire song to know its story of an old man, a
long-ago love and the life they once lived.
Oh the neon lights
were flashin’ and the icy wind did blow
The water seeped into
his shoes and the drizzle turned to snow
His eyes were red, his
hopes were dead, and the wine was runnin’ low
And the old man came
home
From the forest
With a mighty roar the
big jet soars above the canyon streets
And the con men con
and life goes on for the city never sleeps
And to an old
forgotten soldier the dawn will come no more
For the old man has
come home
From the forest.
Home from the Forest, Gordon Lightfoot
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