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
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 Night and day the travelers 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
 Signaling the Spring in the ether