Looking Homeward

A melancholy fills my soul, When Lady Northwind wails. She lifts the waves and churns the foam, As she fills the schooner's sails While the clouds of winter gather Across the lowering sky, I feel a storm of loneliness, As I watch the snow geese fly, Their spring flight, now a memory On this cold, October day, On tireless, snowy wings they're bound To my southland, far away. I journeyed to this frozen land, In my search for a richer life. I left behind, my childhood home, My friends, children, and my wife. I wish I were on that schooner, Sailing south across the sea, But I'm stuck here on this island-- Prison bars won't set me free.