Cry Of The Wild Goose (El Llanto Del Ganso Salvaje) - Frankie Laine

My heart knows what the wild goose knows,

I must go where the wild goose goes.

Wild goose, brother goose, which is best?

A wanderin’foot or a heart at rest?

Tonight I heard the wild goose cry,

Wingin’north in the lonely sky.

Tried to sleep, it weren’t no use,

'Cause I am a brother to the old wild goose,

(Oh, my heart knows what the wild goose knows,)

(And I must go where the wild goose goes.)

(Wild goose, brother goose, which is best?)

(A wanderin’foot or a heart at rest?)

Woman was kind and true to me.

She thinks she loves me, the more fool she.

She’s got a love that ain’t no use,

To love a brother of the old wild goose.

(My heart knows what the wild goose knows,)

(And I must go where the wild goose goes.)

(Wild goose, brother goose, which is best?)

(A wanderin’foot or a heart at rest?)

(Oh, you wild goose.)

The cabin is warm and the snow is deep,

I got a woman who lies asleep.

She’ll wake at tomorrow’s dawn,

She’ll find, poor critter, that her man is gone.

(Oh, you wild goose.)

My heart knows what the wild goose knows,

I must go where the wild goose goes.

Wild goose, brother goose, which is best?

A wanderin’foot or a heart at rest?

Let me fly, let me fly, let me fly away.

Spring is comin’and the ice will break,

I can’t linger for a woman’s sake.

She’ll see a shadow pass overhead.

She’ll find my feathers beside my bed.

(My heart knows what the wild goose knows,)

(And I must go where the wild goose goes.)

Wild goose, brother goose, which is best?

A wanderin’foot or a heart at rest?

(Wild goose, wild goose, wild goose, wild goose.)