鵬程千萬里 winged migration
Title:The Highest Gander
Robert Wyatt
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
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