Wild Goose

All that I've learned

Sometimes wells run dry

It don't matter the hour or the season

Gone, gone gone, is your wild goose

and it never leaves giving a reason

When you're up, you'll be up

You'll have love, you'll have luck

And when it goes, you won't see it coming

Gone, gone gone, you'll be hearing that song

As it floats back to you down the northwind

Oh what kind of law

draws the apples to the ground

And what kind of love

draws the orbits

And where, oh where went your wild goose

It made you once think you could hold it