All that I've learned Sometimes wells run dry It don't matter the hour or the season
Gone, gone gone, is your wild goose And it never leaves giving a reason
When you're up, you'll be up You'll have love, you'll have luck And when it goes, you won't see it coming
Gone, gone gone, you'll be hearing that song As it floats back to you down the northwind
Oh, what kind of law Draws the apples to the ground And what kind of love Draws the orbits And where, oh where went your wild goose It made you once think you could hold it
