SWANS AGAINST THE SUN
As sung by Michael Martin Murphey on "Buckaroo Blue Grass II: Riding Song" (2009)

Wild grace
Has its own place,
Has its own space,
    Prone to flight.
Sky grown
Wind-blown wings flown
Over air blown
    Back to night.
Flashing,
Freely clashing,
Love of chaos,
    Love of one.
We are bright storms,
Rising free forms,
Wild swans
    Against the sun.

Spirit:
None go near it.
All men fear it
    In the night;
And some say
Love goes one way,
And then some day,
    No more flight.
This year,
It is not clear
Just what ends here,
    Or what's begun.
We are bright storms,
Rising free forms.
We're wild swans
    Against the sun.