Northern Skies
I have returned to the northern skies,Where the summer had not touchedThe clouds that pass above.Oh, and I have returned to the somber graceOf the days too early to come and too early to stay.
And I have left a million stars,And an ocean so lightly, so clearly blue.And I have left the warmth of the sunAnd a million adventures not yet begun.The great sense of passing through,The great sense of passing through,The great sense of passing through.Oh, for once there was beauty here for meUnder these white, northern skies.I felt the green was blackerAnd the blue was darker still.My roots are lying deeper than I ever think they will again.Heartache and poverty under these northern skies.The great sense of passing through,The great sense of passing through,The great sense of passing through