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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gordon Lightfoot
Gordon Lightfoot
Vocals
John Stockfish
John Stockfish
Bass Guitar
Milt Holland
Milt Holland
Percussion
Jim Gordon
Jim Gordon
Drums
Nick DeCaro
Nick DeCaro
Accordion
Terry Clements
Terry Clements
Lead Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gordon Lightfoot
Gordon Lightfoot
Songwriter
Nick DeCaro
Nick DeCaro
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lee Herschberg
Lee Herschberg
Engineer
Lenny Waronker
Lenny Waronker
Producer

Lyrics

Just like birds of a feather
We too have followed the golden Sun
It feels so good
Knowing the watchman's gone
If I give you a rose, buddy
Would you please bury it in the fields?
I seen a rose
Watching it all fold out
There's a train down at the station
It's come to carry my bones away
2 Engines on
21 Coaches long
End to end
21 Coaches bend
The watchman's out
Kicking the bums about
If I wait for the right moment
You can bet I'll climb aboard unseen
I've done it before
I know I can do it in my sleep
The watchman's out
Kicking the bums about
The watchman's out
Kicking your dreams about
As I leave you in the sunset
Got one more nothing I'd like to say
You don't know me
A son of the sea am I
As I say to you, my brother
If you live to follow the golden Sun
You better beware
Knowing the watchman's always there
If you find me feeding daisies
Please turn my face up to the sky
And leave me be
Watching the moon roll by
Whatever I was
You know it was all because
I've been on the town
Washing the bullshit down
The watchman's out
Kicking your dreams about
It feels so good
Knowing the watchman's gone
It's like a song
Knowing the watchman's gone
Written by: Gordon Lightfoot
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