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
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