Chorus: The wild geese are flying out on a bright wind
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And never again will their songs fill our skies
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They've taken their magic and grace from our seeing
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And followed the dark in their eyes
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1. The wild gypsy geese in a thousand sad cities
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Heard tales of a chance to fly from their tears
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Out on a sun-breeze in a dark Ban-sidhe wailing
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A journey of more than one hundred light years
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2. The wild gypsy geese like some star-haunted pilgrims
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By ones and by twos all flew to the field
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They knew they would fight to the last if they had to
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That every dark hunger might somehow be healed
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3. And though they were strangers they shared a wild dreaming
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And meeting that first time they knew at a glance
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Without any planning, by some magic signal
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They captured the ship that would see the stars dance
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4. And out on the sun-wind they flew in their rapture
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With never a thought to the world left behind
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The poets, the singers, the dreamers, the mystics
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The few who could see among so many blind
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5. And every gosling they birthed on the star-ship
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Was heir to the wild streak that drove them all on
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And still the dark dream and a wild Ban-sidhe wailing
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Would haunt all their sleep in that night without dawn
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6. And somewhere between the gold star that they came from
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And one more unseen at the end of their flight
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They lost their last yearning for somewhere to settle
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And chased the wild wailing across a dark night
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7. The wild geese are flying on sun-colored feathers
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In black velvet seas beyond galaxy's shore
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The wild geese with all of our dreams in their pockets
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Are winging away to forever and more
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Words and music: Kathy Mar
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Copyright 1984 Kathy Mar
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The Wild Geese
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| Kathy Mar |
