There's honkers flying in the sky
they wave at me as they pass by
going up to Canada
like they do every year
singing the same song with
the same old words
utterly reliable birds
the same words every single time
as they cross the borderline
I want to follow the wild geese
someday I shall be released
when I was young I went where I will
and I'd like to go there still
but aging children must grow old
and Canada is mighty cold
wild geese fly
wild geese fly
they wave at me as they pass by
wild geese know a single word
the same word from each and every bird
take me with you my beautiful friends
take me let me begin again
I once was young and I could fly
but now I know I only lie
a lie that I must tell myself
I tell myself and no one else
goodbye
goodbye
goodbye
goodbye
fly fly fly fly
fly fly fly fly
goodbye
This time of the year they would be flying south. Immediately reminded me of one of my childhood favorite songs sung so forcefully by Frankie Laine… The Cry of the Wild Goose.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W9VrgRIgOK0
Ron