I have returned to the northern skies
Where the summer had not touched the clouds that pass above
Oh and I have returned to the somber gates
Of the days too early to come and too early to stay
And I have left a million stars
And an ocean so lively, so clearly blue
And I have left the warmth of the sun
And 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, yeah for me
Under these wide northern skies
I felt the green was blacker and the blues darker still
My roots are lying deeper than I ever think they will again
Heartache and poetry
Under these northern skies
The great sense of passing through
The great sense of passing through
The great sense of passing… through
