wild geese

look at the golden dawn

see the sunset

on the silver thorn

just remember

it was all for you and me

high on the ragged hill

he was dying

and he's dying still

oh my lord

you were born to set men free

and the mission bells are ringing

as the prisoner finds release

and the love we knew is returning

like wild geese

and the signal fires are burning

for the everlasting peace

and the love we knew is returning

like wild geese

only the closest heart

could believe that love's

a dying art

after all the

hungry mouths he fed

eyes on the gentle one

looked for the kindness

but they gave him none

not a sip of wine

or a crust of bread