Bright Sky – Bruce CockburnBy Geese come rushing on a river of windIn the bright sky, bright skyWild music ripples like a wake behindIn the bright sky, bright skyGo higher, go higher where the wind is allIn the bright sky, bright skyWhere the bullets get tired and fallIn the bright sky, bright skyThey fly out of vision taking part of my soulIn the bright sky, bright skyWell, maybe together we can touch down wholeIn the bright sky, bright skyI never saw the colours in the northern darkIn the bright sky, bright skyBut there were all those people floating like Noah’s ArkIn the bright sky, bright skyAnd we all rush away on a river of windIn the bright sky, bright skyBut if I live I’ll be coming back againIn the bright sky, bright sky www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20