I heard the snow geese flying low last night

The scattered cries of their southbound flight

I searched the darkness but I could not see

The silver wings of the wild snow geese

October storms they have a deadly hold

Two souls lost in the bitter cold

Heavy seas and a gale blew down that sound

I hope they’re flying with the wild geese now

How they endure is a mystery

They leave the tundra, rest upon the sea

Their sky bound trail mapped long before you and me

Passed down in time, for eternity

Loss is like a bitter wind

Blows and hard and mean till you give in

Just like those geese trading places in the sky

There’s a time to lead

There’s a time to fly  – – – – – – – – -fly – – – – – – – –