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