Hidden track

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