I have returned to the northern skies
Where the summer hasn't touched the clouds that pass above
And I have returned to the somber grace
Of days too early [bad word] and too early to stay

And I have left a million stars and an ocean light and clearly blue
And I have left the warmth of the sun
And a million adventures not yet begun

For once there was beauty here for me under these white northern skies
And once there was magic here for me under the white northern skies

I saw trees as green and as dark as blue
I'd break them poetry deep as roots
And now I know this lonely country
It leads me only back to the sea

For once there was beauty here for me under these white northern skies
And once there was magic here for me under the white northern skies

I have returned to the northern skies
Where the summer had not touched the clouds that pass above
Oh
I have returned to the somber grace
Of the days too early [bad word] and too early to stay

For once there was beauty here for me under these white northern skies
And once there was magic here for me under the white northern skies

And once there was beauty here for me under these white northern skies
And once there was magic here for me under the white northern skies