Egads.
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but its clear
As if maybe someone could hear
The best Gordon Lightfoot song no one's ever heard. Really beautiful, especially when the orchestration kicks in. One of my top five soft-rock songs of the 70s.
What about Jim Croce for Pete’s sake.