The Wild Geese - Magna Carta

and the wide deserted shore

the sea mixes colours with the sky

and the wild geese come, winging in,

like sails upon the wind

wayfaring strangers to the land

now I wonder what it’s like to be,

beyond the midnight sun

with the diamond ice field’s flashing

and the long day never done

Well I seem to here them

calling, in the language of the free

the spirit, of the wide north land

there are times and situations,

where a man must stand alone

believing he never, never had a friend

the walls crowd in to crush him

and words pierce him to the bone,

for he tries so hard to make it,

and he finds he just can’t take it,

in the end

but there’s a lesson in the silence,

you know it’s as ageless as the sun

you’re never, given more, than you can bear

and though you might just call to question,

all the things that you have done

that ain’t gonna take you anywhere

for sunset bloods the water,

the wind blows endlessly

the wild geese fly the ancient trails,

across the evening sky

and I seem to hear them

calling, in the language of the free

the spirit, of the wide north land

the spirit, of the wide north land