I 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've left a million stars And a ocean so lightly, so clearly blue And I've 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, yeah 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