I'm not sayin' that I love you
I'm not sayin' that I'll care if you love me
I'm not sayin' that I'll care
I'm not sayin' I'll be there when you need me
I can't give my heart to you
Or tell you that I'll sing your name up to the sky
I can't lay the promise down
That I'll always be around when you need me
Now I may not be alone each time you see me
Along the street or in a small cafe
But still I won't deny you or mistreat you
Baby, if you let me have my way
I'm not sayin' I'll be sorry
For all the things that I might say that make you cry
I can't say I'll always do the things you want me to
I'm not sayin' I'll be true, but I'll try
Ribbon of darkness over me
Since my true love walked out the door
Tears I never had before
Ribbon of darkness over me
Clouds a-gatherin' o'er my head
That chill the day and hide the sun
That shroud the night when day is done
Ribbon of darkness over me
Rain is falling on the meadow
Where once my love and I did lie
Now she is gone from the meadow
My love, goodbye
How I wish your heart could see
How mine just aches and breaks all day
Come on home and take away
This ribbon of darkness over me
Come on home and take away
Ribbon of darkness over me
Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold Album Lyrics
Gordon Lightfoot - Gord's Gold Lyrics
- I'm Not Sayin'/Ribbon of Darkness
- Song For A Winters Night
- Canadian Railroad Trilogy
- Softly
- For Lovin' Me/Did She Mention My Name
- Affair On 8th Avenue
- Steel Rail Blues
- Wherefore And Why
- Bitter Green
- Early Morning Rain
- Minstrel Of The Dawn
- Sundown
- Beautiful
- Summer Side Of Life
- Rainy Day People
- Cotton Jenny
- Don Quixote
- Circle Of Steel
- Old Dans Records
- If You Could Read My Mind
- Cold On The Shoulder
- Carefree Highway
Writer: Gordon Lightfoot
Copyright: Lyrics © Kanjian Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kanjian Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Song For A Winters Night
The lamp is burning low upon my tabletop,
The snow is softly falling.
The air is still in the silence of my room,
I hear your voice softly calling.
If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh or two,
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter night with you.
The smoke is rising in the shadows overhead,
My glass is almost empty.
I read again between the lines upon each page,
The words of love you sent me.
If I could know within my heart,
That you were lonely too,
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter's night with you.
The fire is dying, now my lamp is growing dim,
The shades of night are lifting.
The morning light steals across my windowpane,
Where webs of snow are drifting.
If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh or two,
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter night with you.
And to be once again with you.
The snow is softly falling.
The air is still in the silence of my room,
I hear your voice softly calling.
If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh or two,
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter night with you.
The smoke is rising in the shadows overhead,
My glass is almost empty.
I read again between the lines upon each page,
The words of love you sent me.
If I could know within my heart,
That you were lonely too,
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter's night with you.
The fire is dying, now my lamp is growing dim,
The shades of night are lifting.
The morning light steals across my windowpane,
Where webs of snow are drifting.
If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh or two,
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter night with you.
And to be once again with you.
Writer: Gordon Lightfoot
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Canadian Railroad Trilogy
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run.
When the wild, majestic mountains stood alone against the sun,
Long before the white man, and long before the wheel,
When the green, dark forest was too silent to be real.
But time has no beginnings, and the history has no bounds,
As to this verdant country they came from all around.
They sailed upon her waterways, and they walked the forests tall,
Built the mines, the mills, and the factories for the good of us all.
And when the young man stands, he had turned into the spring,
The railroad men grew restless for to hear the hammers ring.
Their minds were overflowing with the visions of their day,
With many a fortune won and lost, and many a debt to pay.
For they looked in the future,
And what did they see?
They saw an iron road running
From the sea to the sea.
Bringing the goods to a young, growing land
All up from the seaboards and into their hands.
"Look away," said they, "Across this mighty land,
From the eastern shore, to the western strand.
Bring in the workers, and bring up the rails,
We gotta lay down the tracks
And tear up the trails.
Open her heart, let the lifeblood flow,
Gotta get on our way, coz' we're moving too slow.
Bring in the workers, and bring up the rails,
We gotta lay down the tracks
And tear up the trails.
Open her heart, let the lifeblood flow,
Gotta get on our way, coz' we're moving too slow.
Get on our way, coz' we're moving too slow.
Behind the blue Rockies, the sun is declinin'
The stars, they come stealin' at the close of the day.
Across the wide prairie, our loved ones lie sleeping,
Beyond the dark oceans, in a place far away.
We are the navvies who work upon the railway.
Swingin' our hammers in the bright, blazin' sun.
Livin' on stew, and drinking bad whiskey,
Bending our backs, till the long days are done.
We are the navvies who work upon the railway.
Swingin' our hammers in the bright, blazin' sun.
Layin' down track, and building the bridges,
Bending our backs, till the railroad is done.
So, over the mountains and over the plains,
Into the moskeg and into the rain,
Up the St. Lawrence, all the way to Gaspee,
Swingin' our hammers, and drawing our pay.
Drivin' 'em in and tyin' 'em down,
Away to the boathouse, and into the town.
A dollar a day, and a place for my head
A drink to the living, a toast to the dead.
Oh, the song of the future have been sung,
All the battles have been won.
On the mountaintops we stand,
All the world at our command.
We have opened up the soil,
With our teardrops and our toil.
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run.
When the wild, majestic mountains stood alone against the sun,
Long before the white man, and long before the wheel,
When the green, dark forest was too silent to be real.
When the green, dark forest was too silent to be real.
And many are the dead men too silent to be real.
When the wild, majestic mountains stood alone against the sun,
Long before the white man, and long before the wheel,
When the green, dark forest was too silent to be real.
But time has no beginnings, and the history has no bounds,
As to this verdant country they came from all around.
They sailed upon her waterways, and they walked the forests tall,
Built the mines, the mills, and the factories for the good of us all.
And when the young man stands, he had turned into the spring,
The railroad men grew restless for to hear the hammers ring.
Their minds were overflowing with the visions of their day,
With many a fortune won and lost, and many a debt to pay.
For they looked in the future,
And what did they see?
They saw an iron road running
From the sea to the sea.
Bringing the goods to a young, growing land
All up from the seaboards and into their hands.
"Look away," said they, "Across this mighty land,
From the eastern shore, to the western strand.
Bring in the workers, and bring up the rails,
We gotta lay down the tracks
And tear up the trails.
Open her heart, let the lifeblood flow,
Gotta get on our way, coz' we're moving too slow.
Bring in the workers, and bring up the rails,
We gotta lay down the tracks
And tear up the trails.
Open her heart, let the lifeblood flow,
Gotta get on our way, coz' we're moving too slow.
Get on our way, coz' we're moving too slow.
Behind the blue Rockies, the sun is declinin'
The stars, they come stealin' at the close of the day.
Across the wide prairie, our loved ones lie sleeping,
Beyond the dark oceans, in a place far away.
We are the navvies who work upon the railway.
Swingin' our hammers in the bright, blazin' sun.
Livin' on stew, and drinking bad whiskey,
Bending our backs, till the long days are done.
We are the navvies who work upon the railway.
Swingin' our hammers in the bright, blazin' sun.
Layin' down track, and building the bridges,
Bending our backs, till the railroad is done.
So, over the mountains and over the plains,
Into the moskeg and into the rain,
Up the St. Lawrence, all the way to Gaspee,
Swingin' our hammers, and drawing our pay.
Drivin' 'em in and tyin' 'em down,
Away to the boathouse, and into the town.
A dollar a day, and a place for my head
A drink to the living, a toast to the dead.
Oh, the song of the future have been sung,
All the battles have been won.
On the mountaintops we stand,
All the world at our command.
We have opened up the soil,
With our teardrops and our toil.
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run.
When the wild, majestic mountains stood alone against the sun,
Long before the white man, and long before the wheel,
When the green, dark forest was too silent to be real.
When the green, dark forest was too silent to be real.
And many are the dead men too silent to be real.
Writer: Gordon Lightfoot
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Softly
Softly she comes,
Whispers the breeze with her passing.
In secret love she is laughing.
Softly she comes in the night.
Softly she sighs,
Sweetly she lies, never sleeping.
Her fragrant soul in my keeping,
Softly she comes in the night.
Down the darkened hall,
I hear her footsteps on my stairs,
And she is in my arms once more.
Softly she goes,
Her shining lips in the shadows
Whisper goodbye at my window.
Softly she goes in the dawn.
Softly she goes in the dawn.
Whispers the breeze with her passing.
In secret love she is laughing.
Softly she comes in the night.
Softly she sighs,
Sweetly she lies, never sleeping.
Her fragrant soul in my keeping,
Softly she comes in the night.
Down the darkened hall,
I hear her footsteps on my stairs,
And she is in my arms once more.
Softly she goes,
Her shining lips in the shadows
Whisper goodbye at my window.
Softly she goes in the dawn.
Softly she goes in the dawn.
Writer: GORDON LIGHTFOOT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
For Lovin' Me/Did She Mention My Name
That's what you get for lovin' me
That's what you get for lovin' me
Everything you had is gone
As you can see
That's what you get for lovin' me
I ain't the kind to hang around
With any new love that I found
Since movin' is my stock in trade
I'm movin' on
I won't think of you when I'm gone
So don't you shed a tear for me
Because I ain't the love you thought I'd be
I got a hundred more like you
So don't be blue
I'll have a thousand 'fore I'm through
That's what you get for lovin' me
That's what you get for lovin' me
Everything you had is gone
As you can see
That's what you get for lovin' me
It's so nice to meet an old friend and pass the time of day
And talk about the home town a million miles away
Is the ice still oin the river, are the old folks still the same
And by the way, did she mention my name
Did she mention my name just in passing
And when the morning came, do you remember if she dropped a name or two
Is the home team still on fire, do they still win all the games
And by the way, did she mention my name
Did she mention my name just in passing
And when the talk ran high, did the look in her eye seem far away
Won't you say hello from someone, they'll be no need to explain
And by the way, did she mention my name
That's what you get for lovin' me
Everything you had is gone
As you can see
That's what you get for lovin' me
I ain't the kind to hang around
With any new love that I found
Since movin' is my stock in trade
I'm movin' on
I won't think of you when I'm gone
So don't you shed a tear for me
Because I ain't the love you thought I'd be
I got a hundred more like you
So don't be blue
I'll have a thousand 'fore I'm through
That's what you get for lovin' me
That's what you get for lovin' me
Everything you had is gone
As you can see
That's what you get for lovin' me
It's so nice to meet an old friend and pass the time of day
And talk about the home town a million miles away
Is the ice still oin the river, are the old folks still the same
And by the way, did she mention my name
Did she mention my name just in passing
And when the morning came, do you remember if she dropped a name or two
Is the home team still on fire, do they still win all the games
And by the way, did she mention my name
Did she mention my name just in passing
And when the talk ran high, did the look in her eye seem far away
Won't you say hello from someone, they'll be no need to explain
And by the way, did she mention my name
Writer: Gordon Lightfoot
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Affair On 8th Avenue
The perfume that she wore was from some little store
On the down side of town
But it lingered on long after she'd gone
I remember it well
And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light
And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night
Her long flowing hair came softly undone
And it lay all around
And she brushed it down as I stood by her side
In the warmth of her love
And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin
And then we played a game only she could win
And she told me a riddle I'll never forget
Then left with the answer I've never found yet
How long, said she, can a moment like this
Belong to someone
What's wrong, what is right, when to live or to die
We must almost be born
So if you should ask me what secrets I hide
I'm only your lover, don't make me decide
The perfume that she wore was from some little store
On the down side of town
But it lingered on long after she'd gone
I remember it well
And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin
And then we played a game only she could win
And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light
And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night
On the down side of town
But it lingered on long after she'd gone
I remember it well
And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light
And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night
Her long flowing hair came softly undone
And it lay all around
And she brushed it down as I stood by her side
In the warmth of her love
And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin
And then we played a game only she could win
And she told me a riddle I'll never forget
Then left with the answer I've never found yet
How long, said she, can a moment like this
Belong to someone
What's wrong, what is right, when to live or to die
We must almost be born
So if you should ask me what secrets I hide
I'm only your lover, don't make me decide
The perfume that she wore was from some little store
On the down side of town
But it lingered on long after she'd gone
I remember it well
And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin
And then we played a game only she could win
And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light
And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night
Writer: GORDON LIGHTFOOT
Copyright: Lyrics © Moose Music Ltd./Early Morning Music Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Moose Music Ltd./Early Morning Music Ltd.
Steel Rail Blues
Well I got my mail late last night, a letter from a girl who found the time to write
to her lonesome boy some where’s in the night.
She sent me a railroad ticket too to take me to her loving arms
and the big steel rail gonna carry me home to the one I love.
Well I been out here many a long days, I haven't found a place that I could call my own,
not a two bit bed to lay my body on. I been stood up, I been shook down
and dragged into the sand and the big steel rail gonna carry me home to the one I love.
Well I been up tight most every night, walking along the streets of this old town,
not a friend to tell my troubles to. My good old car she done broke down
cause I drove it into the ground and the big steel rail gonna carry me home to the one I love.
Oooo oooo ooo wu hu hoo, ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo.
Well I look over yonder across the plain, the big drive wheels are pounding along the ground,
gonna get on board and I'll be homeward bound.
Now I ain't had a home cooked meal and Lord I need one now
and the big steel rail gonna carry me home to the one I love.
Oooo oooo ooo wu hu hoo, ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo.
Now here I am with my hat in hand, standing on the broad highway, will you give a ride
to a lonesome boy who missed the train last night. I went in town for one last round
and I gambled my ticket away and the big steel rail won't carry me home to the one I love.
Oooo oooo ooo wu hu hoo, ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo.
to her lonesome boy some where’s in the night.
She sent me a railroad ticket too to take me to her loving arms
and the big steel rail gonna carry me home to the one I love.
Well I been out here many a long days, I haven't found a place that I could call my own,
not a two bit bed to lay my body on. I been stood up, I been shook down
and dragged into the sand and the big steel rail gonna carry me home to the one I love.
Well I been up tight most every night, walking along the streets of this old town,
not a friend to tell my troubles to. My good old car she done broke down
cause I drove it into the ground and the big steel rail gonna carry me home to the one I love.
Oooo oooo ooo wu hu hoo, ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo.
Well I look over yonder across the plain, the big drive wheels are pounding along the ground,
gonna get on board and I'll be homeward bound.
Now I ain't had a home cooked meal and Lord I need one now
and the big steel rail gonna carry me home to the one I love.
Oooo oooo ooo wu hu hoo, ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo.
Now here I am with my hat in hand, standing on the broad highway, will you give a ride
to a lonesome boy who missed the train last night. I went in town for one last round
and I gambled my ticket away and the big steel rail won't carry me home to the one I love.
Oooo oooo ooo wu hu hoo, ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo.
Writer: GORDON LIGHTFOOT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Wherefore And Why
When I woke this mornin', something inside of me told me this would be my day
I heard the morning train, I felt the wind change, too many times I'm on my way
Come on sunshine, what can you show me
Where can you take me to make me understand
The wind can shake me, brothers forsake me
The rain can touch me, but can I touch the rain
And then I saw the sunrise above the cotton sky like a candycane delight
I saw the milkman, I saw the business man, I saw the only road in sight
Then I got to thinkin' what makes you want to go, to know the wherefore and the why
So many times now, oh Lord I can't remember if it's September or July
Then all at once it came to me, I saw the wherefore, and you can see it if you try
It's in the sun above, it's in the one you love, you'll never know the reason why
Come on sunshine, what can you show me
Where can you take me to make me understand
The wind can shake me, brothers forsake me
The rain can touch me, but can I touch the rain
So much to lose, so much to gain
I heard the morning train, I felt the wind change, too many times I'm on my way
Come on sunshine, what can you show me
Where can you take me to make me understand
The wind can shake me, brothers forsake me
The rain can touch me, but can I touch the rain
And then I saw the sunrise above the cotton sky like a candycane delight
I saw the milkman, I saw the business man, I saw the only road in sight
Then I got to thinkin' what makes you want to go, to know the wherefore and the why
So many times now, oh Lord I can't remember if it's September or July
Then all at once it came to me, I saw the wherefore, and you can see it if you try
It's in the sun above, it's in the one you love, you'll never know the reason why
Come on sunshine, what can you show me
Where can you take me to make me understand
The wind can shake me, brothers forsake me
The rain can touch me, but can I touch the rain
So much to lose, so much to gain
Writer: GORDON LIGHTFOOT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bitter Green
Upon the bitter green,
She walked the hills above the town,
Echo to her footsteps,
As soft as Eider down,
Waiting for her master,
To kiss away the tears,
Waiting through the years.
Bitter Green, they called her,
Walking in the sun,
Loving everyone that she met,
Bitter Green, they called her,
Waiting in the sun,
Waiting for someone,
To take her home.
Some say he was a sailor,
Who died away at sea,
Some say he was a prisoner,
Who never was set free,
Lost upon the ocean,
He died there in the mist,
Dreaming of her kiss.
But now the bitter green is gone,
The hills have turned to rust,
There comes a weary stranger,
His tears fall in the dust,
Kneeling by the churchyard,
In the Autumn mist,
Dreaming of a kiss.
She walked the hills above the town,
Echo to her footsteps,
As soft as Eider down,
Waiting for her master,
To kiss away the tears,
Waiting through the years.
Bitter Green, they called her,
Walking in the sun,
Loving everyone that she met,
Bitter Green, they called her,
Waiting in the sun,
Waiting for someone,
To take her home.
Some say he was a sailor,
Who died away at sea,
Some say he was a prisoner,
Who never was set free,
Lost upon the ocean,
He died there in the mist,
Dreaming of her kiss.
But now the bitter green is gone,
The hills have turned to rust,
There comes a weary stranger,
His tears fall in the dust,
Kneeling by the churchyard,
In the Autumn mist,
Dreaming of a kiss.
Writer: GORDON LIGHTFOOT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Early Morning Rain
In the Early Morning Rain
With a dollar in my hand.
With an achin' in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home
And I miss my loved ones so
In the Early morning Rain
With no place to go
Out on runway number 9
Big 707 set to go
But i'm stuck here in the grass
Where the cold wind a-blows
Now the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
Well there she goes my friend
Well she's going down at last
Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver bird on high
She's wavin westward bound
Far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the mornin rain don't fall
And the sun always shines
She's be flyin o'er my home
In about three hours time
This old airports got me down
It's no earthly good to me
Cause i'm stuck here on the ground
As cold and drunk as i can be
You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So i best be on my way
In the early morning rain
You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I best be on my way
In the early morning rain
With a dollar in my hand.
With an achin' in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home
And I miss my loved ones so
In the Early morning Rain
With no place to go
Out on runway number 9
Big 707 set to go
But i'm stuck here in the grass
Where the cold wind a-blows
Now the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
Well there she goes my friend
Well she's going down at last
Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver bird on high
She's wavin westward bound
Far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the mornin rain don't fall
And the sun always shines
She's be flyin o'er my home
In about three hours time
This old airports got me down
It's no earthly good to me
Cause i'm stuck here on the ground
As cold and drunk as i can be
You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So i best be on my way
In the early morning rain
You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I best be on my way
In the early morning rain
Writer: GORDON LIGHTFOOT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Minstrel Of The Dawn
The minstrel of the dawn is here
To make you laugh and bend your ear
Up the steps you'll hear him climb
All full of thoughts, all full of rhymes
Listen to the pictures flow
Across the room into your mind they go
Listen to the strings
They jangle and dangle
While the old guitar rings
The minstrel of the dawn is he
Not too wise but oh so free
He'll talk of life out on the street
He'll play it sad and say it sweet
Look into his shining face
Of lonelines you'll always find a trace
Just like me and you
He's tryin' to get into things
More happy than blue
A minstrel of the changin' tide
He'll ask for nothing but his pride
Just sit him down upon that chair
Go fetch some wine and set it there
Listen to the pictures flow
Across the room into your mind they go
Listen to the strings
They jangle and dangle
While the old guitar rings
A minstrel of the dawn is near
Just like a step 'n fetchit here
He's like an old time troubador
Just wanting life and nothing more
Look into his shining eyes
And if you see a ghost don't be surprised
Like me and you
He's tryin' to get into things
More happy than blue
The minstrel boy will understand
He holds a promise in his hand
He talks of better days ahead
And by his words your fortune's read
Listen to the pictures flow
Across the room into your mind they go
Listen to the strings
They jangle and dangle
While the old guitar rings
The minstrel of the dawn is gone
I hope he'll call before too long
And if you meet him you must be
The victim of his minstrelsy
He'll sing for you a song
The minstrel of the dawn
To make you laugh and bend your ear
Up the steps you'll hear him climb
All full of thoughts, all full of rhymes
Listen to the pictures flow
Across the room into your mind they go
Listen to the strings
They jangle and dangle
While the old guitar rings
The minstrel of the dawn is he
Not too wise but oh so free
He'll talk of life out on the street
He'll play it sad and say it sweet
Look into his shining face
Of lonelines you'll always find a trace
Just like me and you
He's tryin' to get into things
More happy than blue
A minstrel of the changin' tide
He'll ask for nothing but his pride
Just sit him down upon that chair
Go fetch some wine and set it there
Listen to the pictures flow
Across the room into your mind they go
Listen to the strings
They jangle and dangle
While the old guitar rings
A minstrel of the dawn is near
Just like a step 'n fetchit here
He's like an old time troubador
Just wanting life and nothing more
Look into his shining eyes
And if you see a ghost don't be surprised
Like me and you
He's tryin' to get into things
More happy than blue
The minstrel boy will understand
He holds a promise in his hand
He talks of better days ahead
And by his words your fortune's read
Listen to the pictures flow
Across the room into your mind they go
Listen to the strings
They jangle and dangle
While the old guitar rings
The minstrel of the dawn is gone
I hope he'll call before too long
And if you meet him you must be
The victim of his minstrelsy
He'll sing for you a song
The minstrel of the dawn
Writer: GORDON LIGHTFOOT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Sundown
I can see her lyin' back in her faded dress
In a room where you do what you don't confess
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
She's been lookin' like a queen in a sailor's dream
And she don't always say what she really means
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain
I can picture every move that a man could make
Getting lost in her lovin' is your first mistake
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it's a sin
When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin again
I can see her lookin' fast in her faded jeans
She's a hard lovin' woman, got me feelin' mean
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it's a sin
When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin' again
In a room where you do what you don't confess
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
She's been lookin' like a queen in a sailor's dream
And she don't always say what she really means
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain
I can picture every move that a man could make
Getting lost in her lovin' is your first mistake
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it's a sin
When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin again
I can see her lookin' fast in her faded jeans
She's a hard lovin' woman, got me feelin' mean
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it's a sin
When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin' again
Writer: GORDON LIGHTFOOT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Beautiful
At times I just don't know
How you could be anything but beautiful
I think that I was made for you
And you were made for me
And I know that I won't ever change
We've been friends
Through rain or shine
For such a long, long time
Laughing eyes, a smiling face
It seems so lucky just to have the right
Telling you with all my might
You're beautiful tonight
And I know that you won't ever stray
'Cause you've been that way
From day to day
For such a long, long time
And when you hold me tight
How could life be anything but beautiful?
I think that I was made for you
And you were made for me
And I know that I won't ever change
We've been friends
Through rain or shine
For such a long, long time
Well I must say,
It means so much to me
To be the one
Who's telling you... I'm telling you
That you're beautiful
How you could be anything but beautiful
I think that I was made for you
And you were made for me
And I know that I won't ever change
We've been friends
Through rain or shine
For such a long, long time
Laughing eyes, a smiling face
It seems so lucky just to have the right
Telling you with all my might
You're beautiful tonight
And I know that you won't ever stray
'Cause you've been that way
From day to day
For such a long, long time
And when you hold me tight
How could life be anything but beautiful?
I think that I was made for you
And you were made for me
And I know that I won't ever change
We've been friends
Through rain or shine
For such a long, long time
Well I must say,
It means so much to me
To be the one
Who's telling you... I'm telling you
That you're beautiful
Writer: GORDON LIGHTFOOT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Summer Side Of Life
He came down through fields of green
On the summer side of life
His love was ripe
There were no illusions
On the summer side of life
Only tenderness
And if you saw him now
You'd wonder why he would cry
The whole day long
There were young girls everywhere
On the summer side of life
They talked all night
To the young men that they knew
On the summer side of life
Goin' off to fight
And if you saw them now
You'd wonder why they would cry
The whole day long
He came down through fields of green
On the summer side of life
He prayed all night
Then he walked into a house
Where love had been misplaced
His chance to waste
And if you saw him now
You'd wonder why he would cry
The whole day long
On the summer side of life
His love was ripe
There were no illusions
On the summer side of life
Only tenderness
And if you saw him now
You'd wonder why he would cry
The whole day long
There were young girls everywhere
On the summer side of life
They talked all night
To the young men that they knew
On the summer side of life
Goin' off to fight
And if you saw them now
You'd wonder why they would cry
The whole day long
He came down through fields of green
On the summer side of life
He prayed all night
Then he walked into a house
Where love had been misplaced
His chance to waste
And if you saw him now
You'd wonder why he would cry
The whole day long
Writer: GORDON LIGHTFOOT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Rainy Day People
Rainy day people always seem to know when it's time to call
Rainy day people don't talk, they just listen till they've heard it all
Rainy day lovers don't lie when they tell 'ya they've been down like you
Rainy day people don't mind if you're cryin' a tear or two
If you get lonely, all you really need is that rainy day love
Rainy day people all know there's no sorrow they can't rise above
Rainy day lovers don't love any others, that would not be kind
Rainy day people all know how it hangs on a piece of mind
Rainy day lovers don't lie when they tell you, they've been down there too
Rainy day people don't mind if you're cryin' a tear or two.
Rainy day people always seem to know when you're feeling blue
High stepping strutters who land in the gutters sometimes need one too
Take it or leave it, or try to believe it
If you've been down too long
Rainy day lovers don't hide love inside they just pass it on
Rainy day lovers don't hide love inside they just pass it on
Rainy day people don't talk, they just listen till they've heard it all
Rainy day lovers don't lie when they tell 'ya they've been down like you
Rainy day people don't mind if you're cryin' a tear or two
If you get lonely, all you really need is that rainy day love
Rainy day people all know there's no sorrow they can't rise above
Rainy day lovers don't love any others, that would not be kind
Rainy day people all know how it hangs on a piece of mind
Rainy day lovers don't lie when they tell you, they've been down there too
Rainy day people don't mind if you're cryin' a tear or two.
Rainy day people always seem to know when you're feeling blue
High stepping strutters who land in the gutters sometimes need one too
Take it or leave it, or try to believe it
If you've been down too long
Rainy day lovers don't hide love inside they just pass it on
Rainy day lovers don't hide love inside they just pass it on
Writer: GORDON LIGHTFOOT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Cotton Jenny
There's a house on a hill
By a worn down weathered old mill
In the valley below where the river winds
There's no such thing as bad times
And a soft southern flame
Oh Cotton Jenny's her name
She wakes me up when the sun goes down
And the wheels of love go 'round
Wheels of love go 'round
Love go 'round, love go 'round
A joyful sound
I ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
But then the wheels go 'round
When the new day begins
I go down to the cotton gin
And I make my time worth while to them
Then I climb back up again
And she waits by the door
Oh Cotton Jenny I'm sore
And she rubs my feet while the sun goes down
And the wheels of love go 'round
Wheels of love go 'round
Love go 'round, love go 'round
A joyful sound
I ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
But then the wheels go 'round
In the hot, sickly South
When they say we'll shut my mouth
I can never be free from the cotton grind
But I know I got what's mine
She's a soft southern flame
Oh Cotton Jenny's her name
She wakes me up when the sun goes down
And the wheels of love go 'round
Wheels of love go 'round
Love go 'round, love go 'round
A joyful sound
I ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
But then the wheels go 'round
By a worn down weathered old mill
In the valley below where the river winds
There's no such thing as bad times
And a soft southern flame
Oh Cotton Jenny's her name
She wakes me up when the sun goes down
And the wheels of love go 'round
Wheels of love go 'round
Love go 'round, love go 'round
A joyful sound
I ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
But then the wheels go 'round
When the new day begins
I go down to the cotton gin
And I make my time worth while to them
Then I climb back up again
And she waits by the door
Oh Cotton Jenny I'm sore
And she rubs my feet while the sun goes down
And the wheels of love go 'round
Wheels of love go 'round
Love go 'round, love go 'round
A joyful sound
I ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
But then the wheels go 'round
In the hot, sickly South
When they say we'll shut my mouth
I can never be free from the cotton grind
But I know I got what's mine
She's a soft southern flame
Oh Cotton Jenny's her name
She wakes me up when the sun goes down
And the wheels of love go 'round
Wheels of love go 'round
Love go 'round, love go 'round
A joyful sound
I ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
But then the wheels go 'round
Writer: GORDON LIGHTFOOT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Don Quixote
Through the woodland, through the valley
Comes a horseman, wild and free
Tilting at the windmillspassing
Who can the brave young horseman be?
He is wild but he is mellow, he is strong but he is weak
He is cruel but he is gentle, he is wise but he is meek
Reaching for his saddlebag, he takes a battered book into his hand
Standing like a prophet bold, he shouts across the ocean to the shore
'Til he can shout no more
I have come o'er moor and mountain, like the hawk upon the wing
I was once a shining knight, who was the guardian of a king
I have searched the whole world over, looking for a place to sleep
I have seen the strong survive and I have seen the lean grown weak
See the children of the earth, who wake to find the table bare
See the gentry in the country, riding off to take the air
Reaching for his saddlebag, he takes a rusty sword into his hand
Then striking up a knightly pose, he shouts across the ocean to the shore
'Til he can shout no more
See the jailor with his key, who locks away all trace of sin
See the judge upon the bench, who tries the case as best he can
See the wise and wicked ones, who feed upon life's sacred fire
See the soldier with his gun, who must be dead to be admired
See the man who tips the needle, see the man who buys and sells
See the man who puts the collar, on the ones who dare not tell
See the drunkard in the tavern, stemming gold to make ends meet
See the youth in ghetto black, condemned to life upon the street
Reaching for his saddlebag, he takes a tarnished cross into his hand
Then standing like a preacher now, he shouts across the ocean to the shore
Then in a blaze of tangled hooves, he gallops off across the dusty plain
In vain to search again, where no one will hear
Through the woodland, through the valley
Comes a horseman, wild and free
Tilting at the windmills passing
Who can the brave young horseman be?
He is wild but he is mellow, he is strong but he is weak
He is cruel but he is gentle, he is wise but he is meek
Comes a horseman, wild and free
Tilting at the windmillspassing
Who can the brave young horseman be?
He is wild but he is mellow, he is strong but he is weak
He is cruel but he is gentle, he is wise but he is meek
Reaching for his saddlebag, he takes a battered book into his hand
Standing like a prophet bold, he shouts across the ocean to the shore
'Til he can shout no more
I have come o'er moor and mountain, like the hawk upon the wing
I was once a shining knight, who was the guardian of a king
I have searched the whole world over, looking for a place to sleep
I have seen the strong survive and I have seen the lean grown weak
See the children of the earth, who wake to find the table bare
See the gentry in the country, riding off to take the air
Reaching for his saddlebag, he takes a rusty sword into his hand
Then striking up a knightly pose, he shouts across the ocean to the shore
'Til he can shout no more
See the jailor with his key, who locks away all trace of sin
See the judge upon the bench, who tries the case as best he can
See the wise and wicked ones, who feed upon life's sacred fire
See the soldier with his gun, who must be dead to be admired
See the man who tips the needle, see the man who buys and sells
See the man who puts the collar, on the ones who dare not tell
See the drunkard in the tavern, stemming gold to make ends meet
See the youth in ghetto black, condemned to life upon the street
Reaching for his saddlebag, he takes a tarnished cross into his hand
Then standing like a preacher now, he shouts across the ocean to the shore
Then in a blaze of tangled hooves, he gallops off across the dusty plain
In vain to search again, where no one will hear
Through the woodland, through the valley
Comes a horseman, wild and free
Tilting at the windmills passing
Who can the brave young horseman be?
He is wild but he is mellow, he is strong but he is weak
He is cruel but he is gentle, he is wise but he is meek
Writer: GORDON LIGHTFOOT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Circle Of Steel
Rows of lights in a circle of steel
Where you place your bets on a great big wheel
High windows flickerin' down through the snow
A time you know
Sights and sounds of the people goin' 'round
Everybody's in step with the season
A child is born to a welfare case
Where the rats run around like they own the place
The room is chilly, the building is old
That's how it goes
The doctor's found on his welfare round
And he comes and he leaves on the double
Deck the halls was the song they played
In the flat next door where they shout all day
She tips her gin bottle back till it's gone
The child is strong
A week, a day, they will take it away
For they know about all her bad habits
Christmas dawns and the snow lets up
And the sun hits the handle of her heirloom cup
She hides her face in her hands for a while
Says look here child
Your father's pride was his means to provide
And he's servin' three years for that reason
Rows of lights in a circle of steel
Where you place your bets on a great big wheel
High windows flickerin' down through the snow
A time you know
Sights and sounds of the people goin' 'round
Everybody's in step with the season
Where you place your bets on a great big wheel
High windows flickerin' down through the snow
A time you know
Sights and sounds of the people goin' 'round
Everybody's in step with the season
A child is born to a welfare case
Where the rats run around like they own the place
The room is chilly, the building is old
That's how it goes
The doctor's found on his welfare round
And he comes and he leaves on the double
Deck the halls was the song they played
In the flat next door where they shout all day
She tips her gin bottle back till it's gone
The child is strong
A week, a day, they will take it away
For they know about all her bad habits
Christmas dawns and the snow lets up
And the sun hits the handle of her heirloom cup
She hides her face in her hands for a while
Says look here child
Your father's pride was his means to provide
And he's servin' three years for that reason
Rows of lights in a circle of steel
Where you place your bets on a great big wheel
High windows flickerin' down through the snow
A time you know
Sights and sounds of the people goin' 'round
Everybody's in step with the season
Writer: GORDON LIGHTFOOT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Old Dans Records
Get out old Dan's records
Get out old Dan's records
We will dance the whole night long
It's fun to play the old time songs
If old Dan could see us now
I know he'd be so proud
Bring out old Dan's records
Bring out old Dan's records
I remember my Aunt Bea
She'd dance with Dan till two or three
If old Dan could see he now
I know he'd shout out loud
Dig out old Dan's records
Bring out old Dan's records
We're all here, we've all got dates
We'll dance all night to the seventy-eights
If old Dan could see us now
I know he'd be so proud
If old Dan were with us still
I know he'd come around
Get out old Dan's records
Dig out old Dan's records
Back to nineteen thirty-five
The foxtrot, jitterbug 'n jive
If old Dan could see us now
I know he'd be so proud
Get out old Dan's records
Bring out old Dan's records
High above the fireplace
There's a smile on old Dan's face
If old Dan could see us now
I know he'd be so proud
If old Dan were with us still
I know he'd come around
Get out old Dan's records
We will dance the whole night long
It's fun to play the old time songs
If old Dan could see us now
I know he'd be so proud
Bring out old Dan's records
Bring out old Dan's records
I remember my Aunt Bea
She'd dance with Dan till two or three
If old Dan could see he now
I know he'd shout out loud
Dig out old Dan's records
Bring out old Dan's records
We're all here, we've all got dates
We'll dance all night to the seventy-eights
If old Dan could see us now
I know he'd be so proud
If old Dan were with us still
I know he'd come around
Get out old Dan's records
Dig out old Dan's records
Back to nineteen thirty-five
The foxtrot, jitterbug 'n jive
If old Dan could see us now
I know he'd be so proud
Get out old Dan's records
Bring out old Dan's records
High above the fireplace
There's a smile on old Dan's face
If old Dan could see us now
I know he'd be so proud
If old Dan were with us still
I know he'd come around
Writer: GORDON LIGHTFOOT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
If You Could Read My Mind
If you could read my mind, love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie
'Bout a ghost from a wishing well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
You know that ghost is me
And I will never be set free
As long as I'm a ghost, you can't see
If I could read your mind, love
What a tale your thoughts could tell
Just like a paperback novel
The kind the drugstore sells
When you reach the part where the heartaches come
The hero would be me
But heroes often fail
And you won't read that book again
Because the ending's just too hard to take
I'd walk away like a movie star
Who gets burned in a three way script
Enter number two, a movie queen to play the scene
Of bringing all the good things out in me
But for now love, let's be real
I never thought I could act this way
And I've got to say that I just don't get it
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feeling's gone and I just can't get it back
If you could read my mind, love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie
'Bout a ghost from a wishing well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
But stories always end
And if you read between the lines
You'll know that I'm just trying to understand
The feelings that you lack
I never thought I could feel this way
And I've got to say that I just don't get it
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feeling's gone
And I just can't get it back
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie
'Bout a ghost from a wishing well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
You know that ghost is me
And I will never be set free
As long as I'm a ghost, you can't see
If I could read your mind, love
What a tale your thoughts could tell
Just like a paperback novel
The kind the drugstore sells
When you reach the part where the heartaches come
The hero would be me
But heroes often fail
And you won't read that book again
Because the ending's just too hard to take
I'd walk away like a movie star
Who gets burned in a three way script
Enter number two, a movie queen to play the scene
Of bringing all the good things out in me
But for now love, let's be real
I never thought I could act this way
And I've got to say that I just don't get it
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feeling's gone and I just can't get it back
If you could read my mind, love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie
'Bout a ghost from a wishing well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
But stories always end
And if you read between the lines
You'll know that I'm just trying to understand
The feelings that you lack
I never thought I could feel this way
And I've got to say that I just don't get it
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feeling's gone
And I just can't get it back
Writer: Gordon Lightfoot
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Cold On The Shoulder
All you need is time
All you need is time, time, time to make me bend
Give it a try, don't be rude
Put it to the test and I'll give it right back to you
It's cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
Kick it around, take it to town
Try to defy what you feel inside
You better be strong
Your love belongs to us
It's cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
All I need is trust
All I need is trust, trust, trust to make it show
I don't want to know everything you done
If you get a tip then tell it to the eskimos
It's cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
It's cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
All we need is faith
All we need is faith, faith, faith to make it nice
Kick it around, don't be rude
If you're gonna make a mistake don't you make it twice
It's cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
It's cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
It's cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
It's cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
All you need is time, time, time to make me bend
Give it a try, don't be rude
Put it to the test and I'll give it right back to you
It's cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
Kick it around, take it to town
Try to defy what you feel inside
You better be strong
Your love belongs to us
It's cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
All I need is trust
All I need is trust, trust, trust to make it show
I don't want to know everything you done
If you get a tip then tell it to the eskimos
It's cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
It's cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
All we need is faith
All we need is faith, faith, faith to make it nice
Kick it around, don't be rude
If you're gonna make a mistake don't you make it twice
It's cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
It's cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
It's cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
It's cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
Writer: GORDON LIGHTFOOT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Carefree Highway
Pickin' up the pieces of my sweet shattered dream
I wonder how the old folks are tonight
Her name was Ann and I'll be damned if I recall her face
She left me not knowin' what to do
Carefree highway, let me slip away on you
Carefree highway, you seen better days
The mornin' after blues from my head down to my shoes
Carefree highway, let me slip away
Slip away on you
Turnin' back the pages to the times I love best
I wonder if she'll ever do the same
Now the thing that I call livin' is just bein' satisfied
With knowin' I got no one left to blame
Carefree highway, got ta see you my old flame
Carefree highway, you seen better days
The mornin' after blues from my head down to my shoes
Carefree highway, let me slip away
Slip away on you
Searchin' through the fragments of my dream-shattered sleep
I wonder if the years have closed her mind
I guess it must be wanderlust or tryin' to get free
From the good old faithful feelin' we once knew
Carefree highway, let me slip away on you
Carefree highway, you seen better days
The mornin' after blues from my head down to my shoes
Carefree highway, let me slip away
Slip away on you
Let me slip away on you
Carefree highway, got ta see you my old flame
Carefree highway, you seen better days
The mornin' after blues from my head down to my shoes
Carefree highway, let me slip away
Slip away on you
I wonder how the old folks are tonight
Her name was Ann and I'll be damned if I recall her face
She left me not knowin' what to do
Carefree highway, let me slip away on you
Carefree highway, you seen better days
The mornin' after blues from my head down to my shoes
Carefree highway, let me slip away
Slip away on you
Turnin' back the pages to the times I love best
I wonder if she'll ever do the same
Now the thing that I call livin' is just bein' satisfied
With knowin' I got no one left to blame
Carefree highway, got ta see you my old flame
Carefree highway, you seen better days
The mornin' after blues from my head down to my shoes
Carefree highway, let me slip away
Slip away on you
Searchin' through the fragments of my dream-shattered sleep
I wonder if the years have closed her mind
I guess it must be wanderlust or tryin' to get free
From the good old faithful feelin' we once knew
Carefree highway, let me slip away on you
Carefree highway, you seen better days
The mornin' after blues from my head down to my shoes
Carefree highway, let me slip away
Slip away on you
Let me slip away on you
Carefree highway, got ta see you my old flame
Carefree highway, you seen better days
The mornin' after blues from my head down to my shoes
Carefree highway, let me slip away
Slip away on you
Writer: GORDON LIGHTFOOT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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Gord's Gold is a compilation album released by Canadian singer-songwriter Gordon Lightfoot in 1975. Originally a vinyl double album, it was reissued on CD in 1987 (with one track, "Affair on 8th Avenue", omitted to allow the collection to fit onto a single disc). However, the track is included for digital downloads.
The first Lightfoot compilation to feature music from his 1970s Reprise Records albums, Gord's Gold also includes re-recorded versions of several songs from his 1960s United Artists output (Sides 1 and 2). Lightfoot's reasons for re-recording the United Artists tracks were explained in the liner notes as being because "he doesn't like listening to his early work".
Despite covering only the first decade of his career (and lacking one of his biggest hit singles, "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald", which was recorded at the end of the year), Gord's Gold has remained the most commercially popular Lightfoot compilation.
Of note, a stereo mix of the mono DJ 45 of "If You Could Read My Mind” appears here. In 1988 Lightfoot released a second volume, Gord's Gold, Vol. 2, which also featured re-recordings of earlier hits.
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Gordon LightfootThe first Lightfoot compilation to feature music from his 1970s Reprise Records albums, Gord's Gold also includes re-recorded versions of several songs from his 1960s United Artists output (Sides 1 and 2). Lightfoot's reasons for re-recording the United Artists tracks were explained in the liner notes as being because "he doesn't like listening to his early work".
Despite covering only the first decade of his career (and lacking one of his biggest hit singles, "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald", which was recorded at the end of the year), Gord's Gold has remained the most commercially popular Lightfoot compilation.
Of note, a stereo mix of the mono DJ 45 of "If You Could Read My Mind” appears here. In 1988 Lightfoot released a second volume, Gord's Gold, Vol. 2, which also featured re-recordings of earlier hits.
Genre(s): Folk, folk rock, country folk
Producer(s): Lenny Waronker, Joe Wissert
Length: 73:43
Released: November 1st, 1975
Year: 1975