Bright Sky - Bruce Cockburn

    Geese come rushing on a river of wind
    in the bright sky, bright sky

    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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