Swift Song from Aila by Sweet Goose


I’m a vagrant, there’s no land to which I’m bound
I spend most of my life in the sky
I remember that time I took a fall
and I lay there grounded for a while

When you found me, I was broken and bruised,
lost and confused in a daze
But you told me that things would be ok
When summers gone you’d send me on my way

You will see me flying once again,
from those far-off places, I have been
When I hear that calling and the south wind blows
I'll be on my way back home

I couldn’t stay here any longer by your side,
I knew they’d come a time for me to go
Cause I'm a migrant Im a harbinger of spring
and this need for travelling is all I know

So you took me out to the valley way up high,
I felt the air surround me and I flew
I was weightless, a silhouetted scimitar,
you were watching from afar as I drifted from your view


You will see me flying once again,
from those far-off places, I have been
When I hear that calling and the south wind blow
I'll be on my way back home

I was dreamin’, I was sleeping on the wing
And I was wondering if you knew
What it feels like beneath the silver crescent moon
Knowing one day soon the sky will bring me back to you


Where you will see me flying once again,
from those far-off places, I have been
When I hear that calling and the south wind blows

I’ll be on my way back home
I’ll be on my way back home
I’ll be on my way back home

• Folk
• banjo
• nufolk
• vegan
• Hebden Bridge