Look at the golden dawn See the sunset On the silver thorn Just remember It was all for you and me High on the ragged hill He was dying And he's dying still Oh my lord You were born to set men free And the mission bells are ringing As the prisoner finds release And the love we knew is returning Like wild geese And the signal fires are burning For the everlasting peace And the love we knew is returning Like wild geese Only the coldest heart Could believe that love's A dying art After all the Hungry mouths he fed Eyes on the gentle one Looked for the kindness But they gave him none Not a sip of wine Or a crust of bread