This goose is cooked these tongues are tied Around the block and airborne blind But looking on the brighter side There's far less to which I'd be obliged <♪> In the meadow where the black breeze blows Where underneath the waves you were most alone Can you hear a subtle aching tone Through the water through the Earth trimmed up bone <♪> Looking on the brighter side Looking on the brighter side Looking on the brighter side Looking on the brighter side