Sit Down Young Stranger - Gordon Lightfoot
    I'm standin' in the doorway

    My head bowed in my hands
    Not knowin' where to sit
    Not knowin' where to stand
    My father looms above me
    For him there is no rest
    My mother's arms enfold me
    And hold me to her breast

    They say you been out wandrin'
    They say you travelled far
    Sit down young stranger
    And tell us who you are

    The room has all gone misty,
    my thoughts are all in spin
    Sit down young stranger
    and tell us where you been

    I've been up to the mountain
    I've walked down by the sea
    I never questioned no one
    And no one questioned me
    My love was given freely
    And oftimes was returned
    I never came to borrow
    I only came to learn

    Sometimes it would get lonely
    But it taught me how to cry
    And laughter came too easy
    For life to pass me by
    I never had a dollar
    That I didn't earn with pride
    Cause I had a million daydreams
    To keep me satisfied

    And will you gather daydreams
    Or will you gather wealth
    How can you find your fortune
    When you cannot find yourself
    My mother's eyes grow misty
    There's a tremblin' in her hand
    Sit down young stranger
    I do not understand

    Now will you try to tell us
    You been too long at school
    That knowledge is not needed
    That power does not rule
    That war is not the answer
    That young men should not die
    Sit down young stranger
    I wait for your reply

    The answer is not easy
    For souls are not reborn
    To wear the crown of peace
    You must wear the crown of thorns
    If Jesus had a reason
    I'm sure he would not tell
    We treated him so badly
    How could he wish us well

    The parlor now is empty
    There's nothin' left to say
    My father has departed
    My mother's gone to pray
    There's rockets in the meadows
    And ships out on the sea
    The answer's in the forest
    Carved upon a tree

    John loves Mary
    Does anyone love me
     

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