Biografia:
Albert Wade Hemsworth (23 October 1916 – 19 January 2002) was a Canadian folk singer and songwriter. Although he was not a prolific composer, having written only about 20 songs during his entire career, several of his songs — most notably "The Wild Goose", "The Black Fly Song" and "The Log Driver's Waltz" — are among the most enduring classics in the history of Canadian folk music.
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capo 2
The Wild Goose
[Intro]
Am Am Am
[Verse]
Am D7 Am
On Pukaskwa River so early this morning,
Am D7 Am
While mending my tumpline I hear the geese calling;
F
Over the brule a long clamoring cry,
F C
Flying formation against the grey sky,
Am G7 Am
Comes the wild goose, the wild goose,
G7 F E7 Am Dm Am Dm
High over the North Shore, and I'm going home.
[Verse]
Am D7 Am
And the river is open but the lake's frozen over,
Am D7 Am
It's time to pack out when so late in October;
F
Winter's a-coming, the wild geese know,
F C
We've had a long fall and it's time to go,
Am G7 Am
With the wild goose, the wild goose,
G7 F E7 Am Dm Am Dm
High over the North Shore, and I'm going home.
[Verse]
Am D7 Am
And I've made lots of money, got money to burn,
Am D7 Am
And when I have spent it I know I'll return;
F
After the freeze-up, when snow is dry,
F C
For to work in the tall woods - I wish that I,
Am G7 Am
Were a wild goose, a wild goose,
G7 F E7 Am Dm Am Dm
High over the North Shore, and I'm going home.
[Verse]
Am D7 Am
And I've worked in the bush and spent money in town,
Am D7 Am
I'd like to get married but I can't settle down;
F
At the last portage, when I'll pack no more,
F C
Let me fly with the wild goose high over North Shore,
Am G7 Am
With the wild goose, the wild goose,
G7 F E7 Am Dm Am Dm
High over the North Shore, and I'm going home.
The Wild Goose
[Intro]
Am Am Am
[Verse]
Am D7 Am
On Pukaskwa River so early this morning,
Am D7 Am
While mending my tumpline I hear the geese calling;
F
Over the brule a long clamoring cry,
F C
Flying formation against the grey sky,
Am G7 Am
Comes the wild goose, the wild goose,
G7 F E7 Am Dm Am Dm
High over the North Shore, and I'm going home.
[Verse]
Am D7 Am
And the river is open but the lake's frozen over,
Am D7 Am
It's time to pack out when so late in October;
F
Winter's a-coming, the wild geese know,
F C
We've had a long fall and it's time to go,
Am G7 Am
With the wild goose, the wild goose,
G7 F E7 Am Dm Am Dm
High over the North Shore, and I'm going home.
[Verse]
Am D7 Am
And I've made lots of money, got money to burn,
Am D7 Am
And when I have spent it I know I'll return;
F
After the freeze-up, when snow is dry,
F C
For to work in the tall woods - I wish that I,
Am G7 Am
Were a wild goose, a wild goose,
G7 F E7 Am Dm Am Dm
High over the North Shore, and I'm going home.
[Verse]
Am D7 Am
And I've worked in the bush and spent money in town,
Am D7 Am
I'd like to get married but I can't settle down;
F
At the last portage, when I'll pack no more,
F C
Let me fly with the wild goose high over North Shore,
Am G7 Am
With the wild goose, the wild goose,
G7 F E7 Am Dm Am Dm
High over the North Shore, and I'm going home.
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