"Geese Fly North" lyrics

"Geese Fly North"

Geese fly north in the springtime
Chevron high up in a straight line
Talk in a blue streak to each other
Flyin' up north with their lovers
Takin' their turns at leadin' the way
Dreamin' their northern dream day after day
Total exhaustion the price they must pay
When they fly north in the springtime

I spent forty hours doin' somethin' I hate
When I think of pleasures somebody says wait
Wait 'til you're older with money put by
You'll have your choice, you can reach for the sky
Then you can reach for the sky

Geese fly north in the springtime
Chevron high up in a straight line
Talk in a blue streak to each other
Flyin' up north with their lovers
Takin' their turns at leadin' the way
Dreamin' their northern dream day after day
Total exhaustion the price they must pay
When they fly north in the springtime

I rattle around in this cage I have made
I dream of escape every time I get paid
Someday I'll go with 'em, someday I will rise
I'll take my chances in far northern skies
I'll be in far northern skies

Geese fly north in the springtime
Chevron high up in a straight line
Talk in a blue streak to each other
Flyin' up north with their lovers
Takin' their turns at leadin' the way
Dreamin' their northern dream day after day
Total exhaustion the price they must pay
When they fly north in the springtime
When they fly north in the springtime


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