I've always thought that this song written by Chris Simpson of Magna Carta deserves a wider audience.

WILD GEESE
Chris Simpson

1/ Beyond the salty tide-way and the wide deserted shore
The sea mixes colours with the sky.
And the wild geese come winging in like sails upon the wind,
Wayfaring strangers to the land.
Now, I wonder what it's like to be beyond the midnight sun,
With the diamond ice fields flashing and the long day never done.
Well, I seem to hear them calling in the language of the free,
The spirit of the wide northland.

2/ There are times and situations
Where a man must stand alone,
Believing he never, never had a friend.
The walls crowd in to crush him,
Words pierce him to the bone,
For he tried so hard to make it
And he finds he just can't take it in the end.

3/ There's a lesson in the silence; you know it's ageless as the sun,
You're never given more than you can bear.
And though you might just call to question all the things that you have done,
That ain't gonna take you anywhere.
For sunset bloods the water, the wind blows endlessly
And the wild gees fly the ancient trails across the evening sky:
And I seem to hear them calling in the language of the free,
The spirit of the wide northland.