The Snow Goose Songtext / Lyric

Northern winds will cut you

Northern girls will gut you

Leave you cold and empty

Like a fish on the slab



She is like a snow goose

Pale and rare and footloose

Will the joys that tempt me

Soon turn and kick and stab



In the dream I am running

Down a street of molasses

In the dream my feet gain no ground



I must take some measure

To pursue my treasure

Guided by confusion

My compass through the storm



But if I call her sister

Manfully resist her

Believe my own illusion

Or will passions warm






In the dream I am running

Down a street of molasses

In the dream my feet gain no ground



If I call her lover

Will I soon discover

That her eye is taken

By some fawning friend



Then my glass would shatter

And my mind would scatter

Being so mistaken

The world must end



In the dream I am running

Down a street of molasses

In the dream my feet gain no ground

In the dream I am calling

But there's never an answer

In the dream my voice makes no sound



Northern winds will cut you

Northern girls will gut you

Leave you cold and empty

Like a fish on the slab