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Life is good.
Met a beautiful woman, she kind of brushed me off, but we're going to see a movie on Tuesday. Kind of funny. Shot down in a way, but I still feel good.
Hockey is back. Man how I missed it.
And I'm listening to Gordon Lightfoot's Canadian Railroad Trillogy:
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 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
And they built the mines, the mills and the factories
For the good of us all
And when the young man’s fancy
Was turning to the spring
The railroad men grew restless
For to hear the hammers ring
Their minds were overflowing
With the visions of their day
And many a fortune lost and won
And many a debt to pay
For they looked
In the future
And what did they see
They saw an iron road running
From sea to the sea
Bringin’ the goods
To a young growing land
All up through the seaports
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 your heart
Let the life blood flow
Gotta get on our way
Cause we’re movin’ too slow
Bring in the workers
And bring up the rails
We’re gonna lay down the tracks
And tear up the trails
Open your heart
Let the life blood flow
Gotta get on our way
Cause we’re movin’ too slow
Get on our way
Cause we’re movin’ 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 drinkin’ bad whiskey
Bendin’ our old backs, til the railroad is done
So over the mountains
And over the plains
Into the muskeg
And into the rain
Up the St. Lawrence
All the way to Gaspe
Swingin’ our hammers
And drawin’ our pay
Drivin’ ’em in
And tyin’ ’em down
Away to the bunkhouse
And into the town
A dollar a day
And a place for my head
A drink to the livin’
And a toast to the dead
Oh the song of the future has been sung
All the battles have been won
On the mountain tops we stand
All the world at our command
We have opened up the soil
With our teardrops
And our toil
For 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
Met a beautiful woman, she kind of brushed me off, but we're going to see a movie on Tuesday. Kind of funny. Shot down in a way, but I still feel good.
Hockey is back. Man how I missed it.
And I'm listening to Gordon Lightfoot's Canadian Railroad Trillogy:
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 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
And they built the mines, the mills and the factories
For the good of us all
And when the young man’s fancy
Was turning to the spring
The railroad men grew restless
For to hear the hammers ring
Their minds were overflowing
With the visions of their day
And many a fortune lost and won
And many a debt to pay
For they looked
In the future
And what did they see
They saw an iron road running
From sea to the sea
Bringin’ the goods
To a young growing land
All up through the seaports
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 your heart
Let the life blood flow
Gotta get on our way
Cause we’re movin’ too slow
Bring in the workers
And bring up the rails
We’re gonna lay down the tracks
And tear up the trails
Open your heart
Let the life blood flow
Gotta get on our way
Cause we’re movin’ too slow
Get on our way
Cause we’re movin’ 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 drinkin’ bad whiskey
Bendin’ our old backs, til the railroad is done
So over the mountains
And over the plains
Into the muskeg
And into the rain
Up the St. Lawrence
All the way to Gaspe
Swingin’ our hammers
And drawin’ our pay
Drivin’ ’em in
And tyin’ ’em down
Away to the bunkhouse
And into the town
A dollar a day
And a place for my head
A drink to the livin’
And a toast to the dead
Oh the song of the future has been sung
All the battles have been won
On the mountain tops we stand
All the world at our command
We have opened up the soil
With our teardrops
And our toil
For 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
Woo Hoo!
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