This is another of my favorites from the Sundown album, 1973.
Seven islands to the high side of the bay, ‘cross the bay
To the sunset through the blue light of a fiery autumn haze
We went walking on the high side of the bay on a chilly morn
And we saw how leaves had fallen on the beds where trees are born
Any man in his right mind could not fail to be made aware
Any woman with a gift of wisdom could not seek her answers there
Seven Island Suite, Gordon Lightfoot