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Good Evening! A quick note from Barry. Upon arrival to the Elissa, the welcoming committee consisted of 20+ cormorants standing at attention on the footropes of the Elissa and one lone Canadian goose swimming in the water next to the boat. Meer coincidence? Could this be one of the geese Barry saluted as they flew over the Mary Day in late September with a "see ya in Texas!" I'd say he's found his goose in Galveston. (Kinda sounds like a hit line in country western song. Take it from here Al & Ed!)

Have a good night.

(Post Note: Ed did take it from here, be sure to check out the comment!)
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Unknown said…
Sounded like a challenge to me. Right off hand I couldn't think of a country western song with a goose in it. With a little help from Mr. Google (a distant relation of a goose) I discovered that in 1950 when I was only 3 and you and Barry weren't even a proverbial gleam in your parents' eyes Frankie Laine had a hit with "The Cry of the Wild Goose." While I didn't find the full song available on line I did find a sample on Amazon.

So take a gander at the link. Click on the little arrow and listen as Frankie honks out a tune.

The lyrics:

My heart knows what the wild goose knows
And I must go where the wild goose goes
Wild goose, brother goose, which is best?
A wanderin' fool or a heart at rest?

Tonight I heard the wild goose cry
Hangin' north in the lonely sky
Tried to sleep, it warn't no use
'cause I am a brother to the old wild goose

CHORUS
(Oh, my heart knows what the wild goose knows)
(And I must go where the wild goose goes)
Wild goose, brother goose, which is best?
A wanderin' fool or a heart at rest?

Woman was kind and true to me
She thinks she loves me, more fool she!
She's got a love that ain't no use
To love a brother of the old wild goose

CHORUS

The cabin is warm and the snow is deep
And I got a woman who lies asleep
She'll wake up tomorrow's dawn
And find, poor critter, that her man is gone

(Oh, my heart knows what the wild goose knows)
(And I 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

Spring is comin' and the ice will break
And I can't linger for a woman's sake
She'll see a shadow pass overhead
And she'll find a feather 'side her bed
October 22, 2007 at 8:28 PM
Unknown said…
Oops, Al pointed out that my link to Amazon is broken. I can't fix the old link but I can post a corrected one. Amazon - "The Cry of the Wild Goose."

Just click on the link to go to Amazon and then click on the play button.
October 23, 2007 at 7:28 PM
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