Something Told The Wild Geese - The Von Trapp Children
Something told the wild geese
It was time to go
Though the fields lay golden something whispered snow whispered snow
Leaves were green and stiring
Berrys luster glossed
But beneath warm feathers something cautioned
Something cautioned frost
All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spice
But each wild breast stiffened at remembered ice
Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly
Summer sun was on their wings
Winter
Winter
Winter in their cry