I have returned to the northern skies,
Where the summer had not touched
The clouds that pa** above.
Oh, and I have returned to the somber grace
Of 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 sun
And a million adventures not yet begun.
The great sense of pa**ing through,
The great sense of pa**ing through,
The great sense of pa**ing through.
Oh, for once there was beauty here for me
Under these white, northern skies.
I felt the green was blacker
And 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 pa**ing through,
The great sense of pa**ing through,
The great sense of pa**ing through