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 etherTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
