Born on the run

Born on the run
The wildebeest come
Running from dawn
To the setting sun
The travelling days are never done
Under the watching sky

Got to learn
From when you're torn
From your watery home
One the day you're born
A crashing ball, all hoof and horn
To stumble is to die

The advancing throng
Their lives, not long
The weak must perish, to enable the strong
To endure and pass the memory on
Under the watching sky

Born…On the run
Born…On the run
Born…On the run

Where to cross
Where to pass
Where to find those oceans of grass
Times of plenty, that will not last
Under the watching sky

There's no choice
Must follow that voice
That calls out loud, above the noise
Though river roar and rivers rise
Under the watching sky

The lion that hides
Needs to feed her pride
On the lost, the lame, the weak and the tired
The predator too, is driven inside
Under the watching sky

Born…On the run
Born…On the run
Born…On the run

Just part of the chain
The bones of the slain
Feed the soil, that covers the plain
New life, will follow the rains

Under the watching sky

Roger Gall 1997

This was a song that I wrote about the life of the wildebeest (or the gnu). It was suggested to me, after I had sung it once, that it was more about another certain two-legged mammal.