Don´t want its shadow anymore On my face A man grows bitter We´re a bitter race Some of us never get to see A better place
In the Northern Skies There was a steel cloud It used to follow me around But I don´t see it now There´s a farm in the rain And a little farmhouse There were a young man´s eyes Looking south
The North was my mother But I no longer need her
You trade your roots and your dust For a face in the river
And a driven rain that washes you To a different shore There´s a North in us all But my North can´t hold me anymore