Lightfoot, Gordon - Redwood Hill Lyrics






I climbed the Redwood Hill
Twas on a rainy day
To rise above the throng
And talk with Mother Nature for a while

She told me of her love
For the children in her trust
And of her grave concern
For the likes of you and me and us

Crying thought she was
She did speak these tender words
The things that I am
I could not change for any man

I tried to comfort her
Ah but she would not be still
And how the rain did fall
As I found my way back down the Redwood Hill

Crying though she was
She did speak these tender words
The things that I am
I would not change for any man

I tried to compfort her
Ah but she would not be still
I'll not forget that day
When Mother Nature cried on Redwood Hill
I'll not forget that day
when Mother Nature cried on Redwood Hill.





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    I climbed the Redwood Hill
    Twas on a rainy day
    To rise above the throng
    And talk with Mother Nature for a while

    She told me of her love
    For the children in her trust
    And of her grave concern
    For the likes of you and me and us

    Crying thought she was
    She did speak these tender words
    The things that I am
    I could not change for any man

    I tried to comfort her
    Ah but she would not be still
    And how the rain did fall
    As I found my way back down the Redwood Hill

    Crying though she was
    She did speak these tender words
    The things that I am
    I would not change for any man

    I tried to comfort her
    Ah but she would not be still
    I'll not forget that day
    When Mother Nature cried on Redwood Hill
    I'll not forget that day
    when Mother Nature cried on Redwood Hill.

  2. B.... C....

    This is not just a song. It's a time and place that will one day soon be forgotten. Few people remember it. It's somewhere in Northern California in the redwood forest around 1970. The song itself speaks of rain but the music is of marshmallows roasting on campfires somewhere in the trees and warm sun breaking through the thick high canopy in an age of folk rock and station wagons. There is a lot of information in the song if you know the language and the infinite details of this time/place.

    B.... C....

    Indeed friend, indeed. Namaste

  3. o.... e....

    the Genius of Lightfoot wrapped up in magic.

    o.... e....

    Lightfoot has a genius only a few great artists have had (Mark Twain being one). It's the ability to make errors that are so forgivable that the art is better, not worse, with the errors than it would be without them. This album is his best example of that.

  4. Z.... A....

    Oh the memories of hearing my dad play this song on our porch; the sun sinking low in the west sprinkling the tree tops with golden crisp and my dad smiling warmly, strumming away singing this beautiful tune.