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Meg Hutchinson
WILD GEESE
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WILD GEESE,
Meg Hutchinson
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Somewhere north of hope
You have been camped out
With your discontent
Guarding your coins of tenderness
Watching the wild geese
Cutting through the autumn breeze
Seems there's no question for them
Of where to go, or how to be free
Who will you fly south with
When the winter comes
How will you trust your direction or your
Need to leave, to love, to leave, to love?
'cause it's a long flight to where it's warm
'cross the canvas of sky -
Through the bottoms of this song
Why aren't we born like the wild geese
Knowing our way home?
I feel it in your eyes
In the september wind
While the cold front,
Threatens to move in
Under the silver skies
Over the golden leaves
We look behind us
But there is no one else to lead
We spend our days confused
Oh, trying not to lose
Through the layers of abstraction
That, thin line of blue
Trying to be strong
Still, but wishing to move on
Meanwhile inside us,
The wild geese are taking form
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Somewhere north of hope You have been camped out With your discontent Guarding your coins of tenderness Watching the wild geese Cutting through the autumn breeze Seems there's no question for them Of where to go, or how to be free Who will you fly south with When the winter comes How will you trust your direction or your Need to leave, to love, to leave, to love? 'cause it's a long flight to where it's warm 'cross the canvas of sky - Through the bottoms of this song Why aren't we born like the wild geese Knowing our way home? I feel it in your eyes In the september wind While the cold front, Threatens to move in Under the silver skies Over the golden leaves We look behind us But there is no one else to lead We spend our days confused Oh, trying not to lose Through the layers of abstraction That, thin line of blue Trying to be strong Still, but wishing to move on Meanwhile inside us, The wild geese are taking form
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