Gordon Lightfoot The Watchman's Gone
Just like birds of a feather, we too have followed the golden sun. It feels so good, knowing the watchman's gone.
If I give you a rose budding, would you please burry it in the fields. I seen a rose, watching it all fold out.
There's a train down at the station, that's come to carry my bones away. Two engines on, 21 coaches long. End to end, 21 coaches thin. The watchman's out, kicking the bums about.
If I wait for the right moment, you can bet I'll climb aboard unseen. Ive done it before. I know I can do it in my sleep.
The watchmans out, kicking the bums about. The watchman's out, kicking your dreams about.
As i leave you in the sunset, got one more nothing i'd like to say. You don't know me, son of the sea am I.
As i say to you my brother, if you live to follow the golden sun: you better beware, knowing the wathcmans always there.
If you find me feeding dasies, please turn my face up to the sky. And leave me be, watching the moon roll by.
Watever I was, you know it was all because, I been on the town, washing the bullshit down.
The watchmans out, kicking your dreams about. It feels so good, knwoing the watchmans gone. It's like a song, knowing the watchmans gone.
