The Snow Goose – Richard ThompsonBy Northern winds will cut youNorthern girls will gut youLeave you cold and emptyLike a fish on the slabOh, she is like a snow goosePale and rare and footlooseWill the joys that tempt meSoon turn and kick and stabIn the dream I am runningDown a street of molassesIn the dream my feet gain no groundI must take some measureTo pursue my treasureGuided by confusionMy compass through the stormIf I call her sisterManfully resist herBelieve my own illusionOr will passions warmIn the dream I am runningDown a street of molassesIn the dream my feet gain no groundIf I call her loverWill I soon discoverThat her eye is takenBy some fawning friend?Then my glass would shatterAnd my mind would scatterBeing so mistakenThe world must endIn the dream I am runningDown a street of molassesIn the dream my feet gain no groundIn the dream I’m callingBut there’s never an answerIn the dream my voice makes no soundNorthern winds will cut youNorthern girls will gut youLeave you cold and emptyLike a fish on the slab www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20