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sit down young stranger Gordon Lightfoot
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # Sit Down Young Stranger (optional capo 2nd fret) (G) I'm standing in the doorway, my (C) head bowed in my (G) hands, not (C) knowing where to (G) sit, not knowing where I (D) stand, My (G) father looms above me, for (C) him there is no (G) rest, My (C) mother's arms en-(G)-fold me and hold me to her (D)breast, They (G) say you been out wandering, they (C) say you traveled (G) far, Sit (C) down young (G) stranger and tell us who you (D) are, The (G) room has all gone misty, my (C) thoughts are all in (G) spin, Sit (C) down young (G) stranger and tell us where you (D) been, I've (G) been up to the mountain, I've (C) walked down by the (G) sea, I (C) never questioned (G) no one and no one questioned (D) me, My (G) love was given freely and (C) oftentimes re-(G)-turned, I (C) never came to (G) borrow, I only came to (D) learn, Some-(G)-times it would get lonely but it (C) taught me how to (G) cry, And (C) laughter came too (G) easy for life to pass me (D) by, I (G) never had a dollar that I (C) didn't earn with (G) pride, I (C) had a million (G) daydreams to keep me satis-(D)-fied, //// (Em) And (A) will you gather daydreams or (D) will you gather (A) wealth, how (D) can you find your (A) fortune when you cannot find your-(E)-self? (A) My mother's eyes grow misty, there's a (D) trembling in her (A) hand, sit (D) down young (A) stranger, I do not under-(E)-stand, Now (A) will you try to tell us you (D) been too long at (A) school, that (D) knowledge is not (A) needed, that power does not (E) rule? That (A) war is not the answer, that (D) young men should not (A) die, sit (D) down young (A) stranger, I wait for your (E) reply, The (A) answer is not easy for (D) souls are not re-(A)-born, To (D) wear the crown of (A) peace, you must wear the crown of (E) thorns, If (A) Jesus had a reason, I'm (D) sure he would not (A) tell, We (D) treated him so (A) badly, how could he wish us (E) well? The (A) parlor now is empty, there's (D) nothing left to (A) say, My (D) father has de-(A)-parted, my mother's gone to (E) pray, There's (A) rockets in the meadows and (D) ships out on the (A) sea, the (D) answer's in the (A) forest, carved upon a (E) tree: (D) John loves (A) Mary, does (E) anyone love (A) me?
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