Geese come rushing on a river of wind
   in the bright sky, bright sky
  
   Wild music ripples like a wake behind
   in the bright sky, bright sky
  
   Go higher, go higher where the wind is all
   in the bright sky, bright sky
  
   Where the bullets get tired and fall
   in the bright sky, bright sky
  
   They fly out of vision taking part of my soul
   in the bright sky, bright sky
  
   Well, maybe together we can touch down whole
   in the bright sky, bright sky
  
   I never saw the colours in the northern dark
   in the bright sky, bright sky
  
   But there were all those people floating like Noah's Ark
   in the bright sky, bright sky
  
   And we all rush away on a river of wind
   in the bright sky, bright sky
  
   But if i live i'll be coming back again
   in the bright sky, bright sky