We left Constantinople in a thousand ninety-nine
To restore the one True Cross was in this heart of mine
To bring it to Jerusalem and then sail home to Rhodes
We took that holy ride ourselves to know
We took that holy ride ourselves to know
Everyone got famous, everyone got rich
Everyone went off the rails and ended in the ditch
But we had to take that long hard road to see where it would go
Yeah, we took that holy ride ourselves to know
We took that holy ride ourselves to know
Now if you make a pilgrimage, I hope you find your grail
Be loyal to the ones you live with even if you fail
And be chivalrous to strangers you meet along the road
As you take that holy ride yourselves to know
You take that holy ride yourselves to know
Well, if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
Please see if she’s wearing a coat so warm,
To keep her from the howlin’ winds.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
That’s the way I remember her best.
I’m a-wonderin’ if she remembers me at all.
Many times I’ve often prayed
In the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.
So if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
Blazing a trail to the southern cities
From the streets of our hometown.
Basement bars, we played from the heart
In the company of our friends.
If I write down these memories
That I have saved away.
Photographs of the years that have passed
Inside my little brain.
You’re cool and cred’ like Foggerty, I’m Elvis Presley in the 70s.
You’re Chateau Neuf, I’m Yellow Label.
You’re the buffet, I’m just the table.
I’m a Ford Temple, you’re a Maserati.
You’re The Great One, I’m Marty McSorley.
You’re the Concord, I’m economy.
I make the dough, but you get the glory.
Big fish, small pond and some cover songs
That we sang along the way.
We used to midnight run to The Vesta Lounge
– cheese burgers and chocolate shakes.
And once I got drunk with Jeb,
I told him I was in love with you.
But I love you like a brother
So I guess that half of it was true.
And you’re cool and cred’ like Foggerty, I’m Elvis Presley in the 70s.
You’re Chateau Neuf, I’m Yellow Label.
You’re the buffet, I’m just the table.
I’m a Dodge Sparkle, you’re a Lamborghini.
You’re The Great One, I’m Marty McSorley.
You’re the Concord, I’m economy.
I make the dough, but you get the glory.
If I write down these memories
That I have saved away.
Photographs of the years that have passed
Inside my little brain.
I’m sure it’s been said in the finer print
You make me look like Janet May.
Heavy rotation on the CBC,
whatever in hell that really means, yeah.
You’re cool and cred’ like Foggerty, I’m Elvis Presley in the 70s.
You’re the Concord, I’m economy.
I make the dough, but you get the glory