Sit down young stranger  Gordon Lightfoot

##song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. ##Date: Tue, 30 Jan 1996 13:18:13 -0800 (PST)#Subject: Chords/Lyrics to "Sit Down Young Stranger" by Gordon Lightfoot#"Sit Down Young Stranger" by Gordon Lightfoot##              A:X02220            E:022100#INTRO:  | G |


I'm st[G]andin' at the doorway, my h[C]ead down in my h[G]ands


Not kn[C]owin' where to s[G]it, not knowin' where I st[D]and


My f[G]ather looms above me, for h[C]im there is no r[G]est


My m[C]other's arms enf[G]old me and hold me to her br[D]east


"They s[G]ay you've been out wanderin', they s[C]ay you've traveled f[G]ar


Sit d[C]own, young str[G]anger and tell us who you [D]are"


The r[G]oom has all gone misty, my th[C]oughts are all in sp[G]in


"Sit d[C]own, young str[G]anger and t[D]ell us where you b[G]een"


"Well, I've been up to the mountain, I've w[C]alked down by the s[G]ea


I n[C]ever questioned n[G]o one and no one questioned m[D]e


My l[G]ove was given freely and [C]oft-times was ret[G]urned


I n[C]ever came to b[G]orrow, I only came to l[D]earn


Somet[G]imes it did get lonely, but it t[C]aught me how to cr[G]y


And l[C]aughter came to e[G]asy for life to pass me b[D]y


I n[G]ever had a dollar that I di[C]dn't earn with pr[G]ide


'Cause I h[C]ad a million d[G]aydreams to keep me s[D]atisfied"


        INTERLUDE:  | G | G | C | G | C | G | D | G |


"And w[A]ill you gather daydreams, or w[D]ill you gather we[A]alth?


How c[D]an you find your f[A]ortune if you cannot find yo[E]urself?"


My m[A]other's eyes grow misty, there's a tr[D]emblin' in her h[A]and


"Sit d[D]own, young str[A]anger, I do not underst[E]and


And w[A]ill you try and tell us that you've b[D]een too long at scho[A]ol?


That kn[D]owledge is not ne[A]eded, that power does not r[E]ule?


That w[A]ar is not the answer, that y[D]oung men should not d[A]ie?


Sit d[D]own young str[A]anger, I wait for your re[E]ply"


"The [A]answer is not easy for s[D]ouls are not reb[A]orn


To w[D]ear the crown of pe[A]ace, you must wear the Crown of Th[E]orns


If Je[A]sus had a reason, I'm s[D]ure he would not t[A]ell


They tre[D]ated him so b[A]adly, how could he wish them w[E]ell?"


The p[A]arlor now is empty, there's n[D]othin' left to s[A]ay


My f[D]ather has dep[A]arted, my mother's gone to pr[E]ay


There's r[A]ockets in the meadows and sh[D]ips out on the s[A]ea


The [D]answer's in the f[A]orest, carved upon a tr[E]ee:


"J[D]ohn loves M[A]ary,"...does a[E]nyone love m[A]e?