Linda Connell Studley: Music

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Wild Geese is a bit of a personal lament for my lost Irish heritage. The Irish ‘Wild Geese’ have scattered little crumbs of Ireland’s soul across the globe, some have kept the connection to their heritage, some have lost it, and some seek for it still. Being one of these seekers, I wrote this song from my perspective; from the, possibly irrational, longing for a homeland lost centuries ago.

Where do you come from, where are you going to
Where is the land you once called your home
Where is there peace for the wandering feet
Of the pilgrim tired and alone

Long, long ago and far away
A man set sail with the tide
To a foreign war in a foreign land
To avenge a foreign pride

Where do we come from, where are we going to
Where is the land we once called our own
Where is there peace for the child of the pilgrim
Who wandered far from home

What did they offer for your soul
For the faithful sword you wield
Was gold or land or glory worth
Your life’s blood on the field

Fly on wild geese to the ends of the earth
Where the ways and the stars are strange
The ones who follow can never forget
Though the world may be old and changed

Why were the stories never told
And the language not passed down
If we returned would there be pride
Or shame in what we found

Where do I come from, where am I going to
Why do the voices call me back home?
Where is there peace from the ghost
Of the pilgrim who wanders tired and alone

Fly on wild geese to the ends of the earth
Where the ways and the stars are strange
The ones who follow can never forget
Though the world may be old and changed

Where do you come from, where are you going to
Where is the land you once called your home
Where is the peace for the wandering feet
Of the pilgrim tired and alone

Where the souls of the wild geese roam