I've have returned to the Northern Skies

where the summer had not touched

the clouds that class above

owh and I have returned to the somber greens

of the days too early to come and too early to stay

and I have left a million stars

and a ocean so lightly, so clearly blue

and I have left the warmth of the sun

and a millions adventures not yet begun

the great sense of passing through

the great sense of passing through

the great sense of passing through

owh for once there was beauty, here for me

under these white northern skies

and I felt the green was blacker

and the blue was darker still

my roots are lying deeper

then 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