作词 : Allan Taylor 作曲 : Allan Taylor There's a kind of a restless feeling and it pulls me from within It sets my senses reeling and my wheels begin to spin In the quietude of winter you can hear the wild geese cry And i will always love that sound until the day i die There's a plain and a simple answer to each and every quest From every quiet dance who might be a special guest In a movie made for tv or a late night interview You might even find them on the young and the restless too Do ya get that restless feelin' when you hear a whistle blast Like an echo from the past Of an old engine flyin' down a road that's ironcast The lake is blue, the sky is gray, the leaves have turned to gold The wild goose will be on her way, the weather's much too cold When the muskie and the old trout too have all gone down to rest We will be returning to the things that we love best Do ya get that restless yearning when you think about your dad And the scrimshaw that he had Of an old schooner rovin' 'neath a sky that's ironclad There's a kind of a restless feeling and it catches you off guard As we gaze off at the distance through the trees in my back yard I can feel that restless yearning of those geese as off they roam Then trade that for a warm bed and a place i can call home Will ya get that restless yearning when you hear the wicked blast Of a spectre from the past Of a cold diesel rollin' down a road that's built to last Still i get that restless feelin' when i hear a whistle blast See an image from the past Of an old schooner flyin' down a sky that's overcast
作词 : Allan Taylor 作曲 : Allan Taylor There's a kind of a restless feeling and it pulls me from within It sets my senses reeling and my wheels begin to spin In the quietude of winter you can hear the wild geese cry And i will always love that sound until the day i die There's a plain and a simple answer to each and every quest From every quiet dance who might be a special guest In a movie made for tv or a late night interview You might even find them on the young and the restless too Do ya get that restless feelin' when you hear a whistle blast Like an echo from the past Of an old engine flyin' down a road that's ironcast The lake is blue, the sky is gray, the leaves have turned to gold The wild goose will be on her way, the weather's much too cold When the muskie and the old trout too have all gone down to rest We will be returning to the things that we love best Do ya get that restless yearning when you think about your dad And the scrimshaw that he had Of an old schooner rovin' 'neath a sky that's ironclad There's a kind of a restless feeling and it catches you off guard As we gaze off at the distance through the trees in my back yard I can feel that restless yearning of those geese as off they roam Then trade that for a warm bed and a place i can call home Will ya get that restless yearning when you hear the wicked blast Of a spectre from the past Of a cold diesel rollin' down a road that's built to last Still i get that restless feelin' when i hear a whistle blast See an image from the past Of an old schooner flyin' down a sky that's overcast
