Canadian Geese - 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