Oh mama, where could you be?

The group of geese honk and plea

The life they owned was getting cold and bear

Now alone, they travel to who knows where

Oh mama, where is home?

The home you grew and raised us

It seemed to be flooding with cold by the day

And now we stray, clueless when you’re away

Oh mama, where are we going?

Why did we leave you at home?

The air is getting warmer, warm by the second

So why aren’t you tucking us near?

Why aren’t you next to us, whispering soft lullabies in our ear?

Sparking water catches our eye, and we land head a barn perched on the mountainside

Oh mama, you would love it here

Soon we’ll fly back home, then do the same next year