Northern Geese.mp3

Recorded January 2004 with the amazing Denny Osburn

Shortly after old Jack Frost had thrown his blanket down

The skies were made of honkin' cries, that turned the leaves to brown

I must wait 'til I see my Northern geese come flyin'

All the lakes are locked in ice now, that includes my heart

When I think of all the miles that keep good friends apart

I must wait 'til I see my Northern geese come flyin'

Minnesota nights are long and whistle around my door

Seems as if my Northern geese are gone forevermore

I must wait 'til I see my Northern geese come flyin'

Copyright 1971 by Shadric Smith.  Supposed To Be Music.

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