Wild geese are yodeling
On a wind that's in training
To bruise us before long
All the flags are gold and brass
Mists among the fruit and vines
Feign silver before old sun's rebuke
Grant us on a changing world
Peace in skins that flake and peel
To spill and waste to die and feed
10/4/12
On a wind that's in training
To bruise us before long
All the flags are gold and brass
Mists among the fruit and vines
Feign silver before old sun's rebuke
Grant us on a changing world
Peace in skins that flake and peel
To spill and waste to die and feed
10/4/12
