Lyrics Bruce Cockburn

Bruce Cockburn

Bright Sky

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