The Highest Gander

Overland, above the dark seas

Wild refugees flee the seasons

Drifting beyond the night clouds

In the wake of their guiding star

There he goes the famous gander

Eating fog, dancing with witches

There he goes, the famous old gander

Who longed to leave

If you hear the sound of our voices

Through the busy murmur of the earth

You will know the meaning of our words

Praying for spring to the ether

Night and day the travellers fly

Winter and spring have their reasons

Sailing through sunrise and setting wild wind

And through steel blue air

Here he comes, the highest gander

Eating fog, dancing with witches

Here he comes the famous old gander

Who longed to leave

We don't feel the warmth of your breath

Through the icy edges of the earth

We don't hear the rhythms of your call

Signalling the spring in the ether