If I could sing like the poets and kings of this world,
Of I could rise like the wind or the tides of the sea,
I would sing you to sleep my love with sweet melody.
And let you dream away till the morning light returned again to take you away from me.
If I could speak with the tongues of the masters of old,
If I could tame all the fleeting perceptions I hold,
Would I stand in the marketplace before you
To be shouted down without any warning at all, to be stood by the wall
And shot by the man in blue?
If I could run with the grace of a sun-colored stallion,
If I could fly like the great silver jets in the morning,
If I caused the wind to change with one wave of my hand
And if I could play the final symphony and set it free would it mean anything to you?
If I could stand like a rusty old man in his armor,
If I could ride the steed that he rode in his time, I would turn his head away to the river
And let him wander through the meadow grass, wild and free for everyone to see.
If I could sing like the poets and kings of this world,
Of I could rise like the wind or the tides of the sea,
I would sing you to sleep my love with sweet melody.
And let you dream away till the morning light returned again to take you away from me.
Writer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
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