Hey seed,

Can I sing this can I, huh, huh please. I write songs but they are the good old Irish folk funny songs, plus a few tearjerkers and emotion stirring ballads. I tend not to write political songs except this one when there was the chance of peace in the six counties.

WILD GEESE

  Em               Bm
  A flash of grey, across the sky
  D                  Em
  The Wild Geese are leaving
  Em             Bm
  Far below them, across the land
  D               Em
  Gallant men are grieving
  C                            Bm
  They've left their homeland, far behind them
  D                          Em
  To go and fight in foreign wars
  C                Am
  Never knowing if Eire will see
  D                        D7
  The peace that was their cause
  In 91 the first flock flew
  Away across the sea
  They fought for Frenchman, and for German
  In wars that couldn't set them free
  But they kept leaving, forced by tyrants
  To make their lives across the foam
  You can here the calling of those they left
  When will our Wild Geese come home    

300 hundred years they have been leaving
  To battle round the globe
  In 1916 some fought for England
  While still more faced her as the foe
  1933 Ryan's heroes
  Crossed the sea to fight in Spain
  They fought for freedom with the Spanish people
  But would Ireland see that freedom once again?    

Now above them the grey is flashing
  High above the foam
  As flocks of wild geese make their journey
  To their lovely summer home
  And with them softly come the spirits
  Of those who held their freedom dear
  Returning homeward, with the hope
  That peace freedom could be near    

A flash of grey across the sky
  the Wild Geese are coming home
  D                         Em
  Our Wild Geese are coming home
  D                       Em
  Finally they've made it home

BB