Songtexte The Highest Gander - Robert Wyatt
                                                Overland, 
                                                above 
                                                the 
                                                dark 
                                                seas
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wild 
                                                refugees 
                                                flee 
                                                the 
                                                seasons
 
                                    
                                
                                                Drifting 
                                                beyond 
                                                the 
                                                night 
                                                clouds
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                wake 
                                                of 
                                                their 
                                                guiding 
                                                star
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                he 
                                                goes 
                                                the 
                                                famous 
                                                gander
 
                                    
                                
                                                Eating 
                                                fog, 
                                                dancing 
                                                with 
                                                witches
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                he 
                                                goes, 
                                                the 
                                                famous 
                                                old 
                                                gander
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                longed 
                                                to 
                                                leave
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                hear 
                                                the 
                                                sound 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                voices
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                the 
                                                busy 
                                                murmur 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Earth
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                will 
                                                know 
                                                the 
                                                meaning 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                words
 
                                    
                                
                                                Praying 
                                                for 
                                                Spring 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                ether
 
                                    
                                
                                                Night 
                                                and 
                                                day 
                                                the 
                                                travelers 
                                                fly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Winter 
                                                and 
                                                Spring 
                                                have 
                                                their 
                                                reasons
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sailing 
                                                through 
                                                sunrise 
                                                and 
                                                setting 
                                                wild 
                                                wind
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                through 
                                                steel 
                                                blue 
                                                air
 
                                    
                                
                                                Here 
                                                he 
                                                comes, 
                                                the 
                                                highest 
                                                gander
 
                                    
                                
                                                Eating 
                                                fog, 
                                                dancing 
                                                with 
                                                witches
 
                                    
                                
                                                Here 
                                                he 
                                                comes 
                                                the 
                                                famous 
                                                old 
                                                gander
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                longed 
                                                to 
                                                leave
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                don't 
                                                feel 
                                                the 
                                                warmth 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                breath
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                the 
                                                icy 
                                                edges 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Earth
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                don't 
                                                hear 
                                                the 
                                                rhythms 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                call
 
                                    
                                
                                                Signaling 
                                                the 
                                                Spring 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                ether
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Masters Of The Field
2 Comme Un Souffle
3 To Be By Your Side
4 Vers Le Nord
5 La Traversée
6 The Highest Gander
7 Tambour Battant
8 Le Retour Des Grues
9 Le Fil Bleu
10 La Forêt Rouge
11 L'envol
12 Dans La Fumée Des Usines
13 Le Planeur
14 Après La Chasse
15 Les Haras En Papier
16 Le Vol Des Cygnes
17 A Tête Barrée
18 La Colombe Poignardée
19 Hors Champ
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