On Susan's Floor Songtext

von Gordon Lightfoot

Like crippled ships that made it through a storm and finally reached a quiet shore,
The homeless found a home on Susan's floor.

Didn't feel so cold and tired stretched out before her fire,
Rolling smokes and drinking up her wine.
And I remember candlelight and singing till we could not sing no more,
Then falling warm asleep on Susan's floor.

Well now that my song is sweeter, I think I'd like to greet her
And thank her for the favors that she gave.
A stranger I came, my head bowed in the rain to her door,
I sat and sang my songs on Susan's floor.
In the morning I'd go on, buying kingdoms with my songs,
Knowing I'd be back in just a while, warm in the sunlight of her smile.

Well, lots of time and songs have passed, I catch myself just looking back,
Reliving all the wonder of those nights.
That's where I'd be today if I had only stayed one night more
And sang another song on Susan's floor.

Like crippled ships that made it through a storm and finally reached a quiet shore,
The homeless found a home on Susan's floor.