| Song | Sault Sainte Marie |
| Artist | Joe Henry |
| Album | Short Man's Room |
| 作词 : Henry | |
| In Sault Sainte Marie | |
| The hills glow without the help of God | |
| You can almost see | |
| The river in November turn to steel; | |
| If only I knew how | |
| To wish you well in living without me, | |
| You might forgive me now | |
| And maybe I’d be free to go... | |
| In Sault Sainte Marie | |
| I wouldn’t give you much for your chance | |
| That is, if you were me | |
| And thought that you could shoulder days gone by; | |
| You don’t owe me this | |
| My dreams are not yours to pull ashore | |
| Just because we kissed | |
| Up on some swaying bridge. | |
| In Sault Sainte Marie. | |
| By now you know | |
| I remember almost everything you say | |
| Sometimes it goes to show | |
| You’re better off believing you misheard; | |
| What is done is gone | |
| And leaves me here alone and none too sure | |
| And on my own | |
| And maybe I’m just free to go... | |
| From Sault Sainte Marie. | |
| If only I knew how | |
| To wish you well in living without me | |
| You might forgive me now | |
| And maybe I’d be free to go... | |
| In Sault Sainte Marie | |
| The hills glow without the help of God | |
| And you can almost see | |
| The river in November turn to steel. |
| zuò cí : Henry | |
| In Sault Sainte Marie | |
| The hills glow without the help of God | |
| You can almost see | |
| The river in November turn to steel | |
| If only I knew how | |
| To wish you well in living without me, | |
| You might forgive me now | |
| And maybe I' d be free to go... | |
| In Sault Sainte Marie | |
| I wouldn' t give you much for your chance | |
| That is, if you were me | |
| And thought that you could shoulder days gone by | |
| You don' t owe me this | |
| My dreams are not yours to pull ashore | |
| Just because we kissed | |
| Up on some swaying bridge. | |
| In Sault Sainte Marie. | |
| By now you know | |
| I remember almost everything you say | |
| Sometimes it goes to show | |
| You' re better off believing you misheard | |
| What is done is gone | |
| And leaves me here alone and none too sure | |
| And on my own | |
| And maybe I' m just free to go... | |
| From Sault Sainte Marie. | |
| If only I knew how | |
| To wish you well in living without me | |
| You might forgive me now | |
| And maybe I' d be free to go... | |
| In Sault Sainte Marie | |
| The hills glow without the help of God | |
| And you can almost see | |
| The river in November turn to steel. |