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Sit Down, Young Stranger

This song is by Gordon Lightfoot and appears on the album If You Could Read My Mind (1970) and on the compilation album Songbook (1999).

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 wanderin',
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've 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've 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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