The door is open, everyone is welcome A song summons our voices in a ramshackle Stories I know well but seem new every time They're told at the table, I feel something graceful
The geese in the flyway
Look at the baby so small in my hands She made it just barely but make it, she did
Look at her mother and her mother's mother In the kitchen together In my mind that is where they were forever
The geese in the flyway
The words pour forth from out hearts The wine fills our cups and fills them again
The stories we all know fade when we're alone A picture that depends on each piece of the puzzle
When it comes in focus: no matter what broke us We all can be joyous in tranquil observance