The house lights dim
He walks on stage—­
Applause turns into hush,
In keen anticipation of
His stories, rich and lush.

He sings of places far away
Of lost loves, and of home
Of promises, of restlessness That make me want to roam.

His tempo carries me away
His words just what I feel
I close my eyes; I listen close It’s all so very real.

His sidemen rush to join him Their hands move sure, and fast
The music all around me
I want it all to last

He sings on, late into the night
Of things that we all feel
Of fears, and hopes we all have shared
He makes it very real.

He is a famous folksinger
I’m sure you know his name
A Canadian road musician
Of everlasting fame.

He’ll pass this way again next year,
And this I’ll tell you, true
He says the things we need to hear
Just like we’ve been there, too.

He’s played a lot of one night stands
Yet he’s our very own
And constantly reminds us all
That we are not alone.

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