Gordon Meredith Lightfoot, Jr., (born November 17, 1938) is a Canadian singer and songwriter who achieved international success in folk, country, and popular music. He came to prominence in the 1960s, and broke through on the international music charts in the 1970s with songs such as "If You Could Read My Mind" (1970), "Sundown" (1974) and "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" (1976). His songs have been recorded by some of the world's most successful recording artists, including Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan.
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Affair on Eighty Avenue words and music: Gordon Lightfoot artist: Gordon Lightfoot
EmDAmBmCD The perfume that she wore was from some little store on the down side of town. EmDAmBmCD But it lingered on long after she'd gone, I remember it well. GDCD And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light, GEmAmFD And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night.
Her long flowing hair came softly undone in a pile all around. And she brushed it down as I stood by her side in the warmth of her love. And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin, And we played a game only she could win. And she told me a riddle I'll never forget And left with the answer I've never found yet.
"How long," said she, "Can a moment like this belong to someone?" "What's wrong, what is right? For to live or to die," "We all must be born." So, if you should ask me what secrets I hide, I'm only your lover, don't make me decide!
The perfume she wore was from some little store on the down side of town. But it lingered on long after she?d gone, I remember it well. And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin, And we played a game only she could win. And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night.