Canadian Geese - Radio Edit Songtext
von Damien Dempsey

Down Kilbarrack road I head for the coast
As the northern estates close in, they close in on me so blatantly
A thickening of the skin
The inner city folk, they often spoke, with a tongue that was more like a fist
On the reservation six miles north of the slums that some still missed
We′d walk the train tracks, out to the haystacks
As the swerved towards a greener world under Baldoyle bridge
The gateway ridge
Our hay jump dreams unfurled
And the Belfast train nearly killed my friend Wayne
As it sped like a bullet flying
Carrying souls and dreams, like a time machine, back to 1690 mean time


On the flat of my back, in that field by the tracks
The Canadian geese flew by
In my mind I up and join with them
And we glide out to Ireland's eye
We can be free, with a little car key,
The rivers of tar can take us far
There are friends and lovers we have yet to meet
And tonight, they are watching these same stars

I was born to wander and I′m not afraid to be free now
My heart grows far fonder for these streets
When your face I don't see now
Why don't you drop everything tonight
And we can ride to the sea now
I′ll always return but tell me
Do you dare to be free
Can we snatch victory from the jaws of these streets now
When these walls they close in
And your heart turns to tin
Lets escape to the sea now
I can see every face
Broken ghosts of this place
And they hand us the key now