Something Told The Wild Geese

Something Told The Wild Geese - The Von Trapp Children

Something told the wild geese

It was time to go

Though the fields lay golden something whispered snow whispered snow

Leaves were green and stiring

Berrys luster glossed

But beneath warm feathers something cautioned

Something cautioned frost

All the sagging orchards

Steamed with amber spice

But each wild breast stiffened at remembered ice

Something told the wild geese

It was time to fly

Summer sun was on their wings

Winter

Winter

Winter in their cry