R: 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