I hear the distant whistle
As I lie by your side;
I wish that I could board that train
And ride, ride, ride
I wish that I could ride far away.
I hear the wild geese passing
Through the midnight sky;
I wish that I could be with them
and fly, fly, fly
I wish that I could fly far away.
And I wish that I still loved you
The way that you love me,
But I know I must leave you soon
I hear your heart beat softly,
Hear you breathing low;
If only I could kiss your brow
And go, go, go
I wish that I could go far away.
Stephen Brooke ©2004