Richard Thompson - The Snow Goose lyrics

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Northern winds will cut you

Northern girls will gut you

Leave you cold and empty

Like a fish on the slab

Oh she is like a snow goose

Pale and rare and footloose

Will the joys that tempt me

Soon turn and kick and stab?

In a dream I’m running

Down the streets of molasses

In a dream my feet gain

No ground

I must take some measure

To pursue my treasure

Guided by confusion

My compass through the storm

But if I call her sister

Manfully resist her

Believe my own illusion

Or will her passions warm?

In a dream I’m running

Down the streets of molasses

In a dream my feet gain

No ground

But if I call her lover

Will I soon discover

That her eye is taken

By some fawning friend?

Then my glass would shatter

And my mind would scatter

Being so mistaken

All the world must end

In a dream I’m running

Down the streets of molasses

In a dream my feet gain

No ground

In a dream I’m calling

But there’s never an answer

In the dream my voice makes

No sound

Northern winds will cut you

Northern girls will gut you

Leave you cold and empty

Like a fish on the slab.

Thanks to GingerHen for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Johnny Harper for correcting these lyrics