Wait on the brink through red top trees
Pining will roam, ask where you've grown
Seven geese in fight go from a great height
Grey wing, then wide, grey wing, then wide
You said everyone you know one day will surely die
But EVERYTHING THAT DIES in some way returns
You said everyone you know one day will surely die
But EVERYTHING THAT DIES in some way returns
Gone to the woods where I first grew
Gone to the foot, where I drew blood
Ten gees in flight go from a great height
Grey wings, then wide, grey wings, then wide
You said everyone you know one day will surely die
But EVERYTHING THAT DIES in some way returns
You said everyone you know one day will surely die
But EVERYTHING THAT DIES in some way returns
You said everyone you know one day will surely die
But EVERYTHING THAT DIES in some way returns
You said everyone you know one day will surely die
But EVERYTHING THAT DIES in some way returns
You said everyone you know one day will surely die
But EVERYTHING THAT DIES in some way returns
You said everyone you know one day will surely die
But EVERYTHING THAT DIES in some way returns