"I have returned
to the northern skies"

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 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 passing through,
The great sense of passing through,
The great sense of passing 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 passing through,
The great sense of passing through,
The great sense of passing through