Cry Of The Wild Goose    

1950 

Terry Gilkyson- (Presley Spec. Acct.) Chappell + Co. 

Additional Lyrics By Al Simmons   

Frankie Lane's 1952 version of this song gave me goose-bumps and inspired me to add a few lyrics of my own. If Frankie could hear my changes he would 

probably cry fowl. 

I thought I just heard the wild goose cry, 

Winging south in the northern sky. 

I could try to stay, but there ain't no use, 

'Cause I'm a brother to the old wild goose. 

Chorus:

His heart knows what the wild goose knows 

And he must go where the wild goose goes. 

Wild goose brother goose which is best. 

A wanderin' fool or a heart at rest. 

Oh you wild goose. 

You're mesmerized by my dulcit tones 

But, stop the presses and hold the phones 

You gotta learn that there ain't no use 

Loving the brother of the old wild goose.

Chorus 

His heart knows what the wild goose knows 

And he must go where the wild goose goes. 

Wild goose brother goose which is best. 

A wanderin' fool or a heart at rest. 

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

Let him fly, let him fly, let him fly away! 

Sayonara, farewell, adios bonsoir, 

Awfwiedersehen, good bye, aurevoir. 

Can you deduce that i must vamoose, 

'Cause I'm a brother of the old wild goose. 

Chorus 

His heart knows what the wild goose knows 

And he must go where the wild goose goes. 

Wild goose brother goose which is best. 

A wanderin' fool or a heart at rest. 

Wild goose, brother goose, wild goose, brother goose.