Chorus:	 The wild geese are flying out on a bright wind

	 And never again will their songs fill our skies

	 They've taken their magic and grace from our seeing

	 And followed the dark in their eyes



1.  The wild gypsy geese in a thousand sad cities

    Heard tales of a chance to fly from their tears

    Out on a sun-breeze in a dark Ban-sidhe wailing

    A journey of more than one hundred light years



2.  The wild gypsy geese like some star-haunted pilgrims

    By ones and by twos all flew to the field

    They knew they would fight to the last if they had to

    That every dark hunger might somehow be healed



3.  And though they were strangers they shared a wild dreaming

    And meeting that first time they knew at a glance

    Without any planning, by some magic signal

    They captured the ship that would see the stars dance



4.  And out on the sun-wind they flew in their rapture

    With never a thought to the world left behind

    The poets, the singers, the dreamers, the mystics

    The few who could see among so many blind



5.  And every gosling they birthed on the star-ship

    Was heir to the wild streak that drove them all on

    And still the dark dream and a wild Ban-sidhe wailing

    Would haunt all their sleep in that night without dawn



6.  And somewhere between the gold star that they came from

    And one more unseen at the end of their flight

    They lost their last yearning for somewhere to settle

    And chased the wild wailing across a dark night



7.  The wild geese are flying on sun-colored feathers

    In black velvet seas beyond galaxy's shore

    The wild geese with all of our dreams in their pockets

    Are winging away to forever and more







Words and music:  Kathy Mar



Copyright 1984 Kathy Mar