by Gordon Lightfoot
It's so nice to meet an old friend and pass the time of day
And talk about the hometown a million miles away
Is the ice still in the river? Are the old folks still the same?
And by the way, did she mention my name?
Did she mention my name just in passing?
And when the morning came,
do you remember if she dropped a name or two?
Is the home team still on fire? Do they still win all the games?
And by the way, did she mention my name?
Is the landlord still a loser? Do his signs hang in the hall?
Are the young girls still as pretty in the city in the fall?
Does the laughter on their faces still put the sun to shame?
And by the way, did she mention my name?
Did she mention my name just in passing?
And when the talk ran high, did the look in her eye seem far away?
Is the old roof still leaking when the late snow turns to rain?
And by the way, did she mention my name?
Did she mention my name just in passing?
And looking at the rain,
do you remember if she dropped a name or two?
Won't you say hello from someone? They'll be no need to explain
And by the way, did she mention my name?
