Gordon Lightfoot A Tree Too Weak to Stand HQ with Lyrics in Description

Track 7 from his tenth album "Cold on the Shoulder" released in 1975 copyright Reprise Records. It was recorded at Eastern Sound Studios in Toronto and was his follow-up to his biggest-selling album "Sundown" released the year before. This one had songs that were more introspective and offered a glimpse into his soul. So often, his deep cuts were some of his best songs. When he was inducted into the Canadian Songwriter's Hall of Fame by Bob Dylan, Bob said that Gordon had never written a bad song. When he passed away, he said that every time you listened to a Gordon Lightfoot song, you wished it would never end. It received above average reviews and reached No. 44 in Australia, No. 10 in the U.S. and No. 3 in Canada. Written by Gordon Lightfoot and produced by Lenny Waronker. RIP Milt Holland, Red Shea, Jim Gordon & Gordon Lightfoot. Featuring:

Gordon Lightfoot - Lead vocals, six & twelve-string acoustic guitars & piano
Special Guests:
Red Shea - Classical & acoustic guitars
Terry Clements - Acoustic guitars
Pee Wee Charles - Pedal steel guitar
Nick DeCaro - Accordian, celesta & string arrangements
Rick Haynes - Bass
John Stockfish - Bass
Milt Holland - Percussion
Jim Gordon - Drums & percussion
Jack Zaza - Wind
Suzie McCune - Background vocals
Jackie Ward Singers - Background vocals

I see a place where candles burn and lovers rest tonight
The hollow sound inside me now keeps telling me to write
But songs of love will never leave love's feelings undefiled
The tide has turned, the waves roll in, the waters fill my eyes

The price of lust has risen till the ceiling will not stand
The tears I shed were not in shame, the world was in my hands
If trust was just a simple thing then trusting I would be
But deep within my soul I know it's better to be free

The days fly by, the waves roll in but freedom has not come
I fear my faith will soon give out, my senses come undone
My role is played, the demon dogs come stealin' o'er the land
And foolish I would climb once more a tree too weak to stand

I see a place where candles burn and lovers rest tonight
The hollow sound inside me now keeps telling me to write
But songs of love should not be sung where staying is not planned
And foolish I would climb once more a tree too weak to stand
And foolish I would climb once more a tree too weak to stand