Geese in the Flyway
The door is open, everyone is welcome
A song summons our voices in a ramshackle chorus
Stories I know well but seem new every time
They're told at the table, I feel something graceful
The geese in the flyway
Look at the baby so small in my hands
She made it just barely but make it, she did
Look at her mother and her mother's mother
In the kitchen together
In my mind that is where they were forever
The geese in the flyway
The words pour forth from out hearts
The wine fills our cups and fills them again
The stories we all know fade when we're alone
A picture that depends on each piece of the puzzle
When it comes in focus: no matter what broke us
We all can be joyous in tranquil observance
Of the geese in the flyway
A song summons our voices in a ramshackle chorus
Stories I know well but seem new every time
They're told at the table, I feel something graceful
The geese in the flyway
Look at the baby so small in my hands
She made it just barely but make it, she did
Look at her mother and her mother's mother
In the kitchen together
In my mind that is where they were forever
The geese in the flyway
The words pour forth from out hearts
The wine fills our cups and fills them again
The stories we all know fade when we're alone
A picture that depends on each piece of the puzzle
When it comes in focus: no matter what broke us
We all can be joyous in tranquil observance
Of the geese in the flyway