Wild music ripples like a wake
behind
in the bright sky, bright
sky
Go higher, go higher where
the wind is all
in the bright sky, bright
sky
Where the bullets get tired
and fall
in the bright sky, bright
sky
They fly out of vision taking
part of my soul
in the bright sky, bright
sky
Well, maybe together we can
touch down whole
in the bright sky, bright
sky
I never saw the colours in
the northern dark
in the bright sky, bright
sky
But there were all those people
floating like Noah's Ark
in the bright sky, bright
sky
And we all rush away on a river
of wind
in the bright sky, bright
sky
But if i live i'll be coming
back again
in the bright sky, bright
sky
(Fort Saint John YT.
Sept 18 77)
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