You trade your roots and your dust
You trade your roots and your dust
There's a North in us all
To a different shore
For a face in the river
A man grows bitter
And a driven rain that washes you
There's a North in us all
To a different shore
The North was my mother
But I no longer need her
Looking south
There's a North in us all
But my North can't hold me anymore
There was a steel cloud
But I don't see it now
On my face
There were a young man's eyes
There's a farm in the rain
We're a bitter race
Some of us never get to see
And a driven rain that washes you
To a different shore
Don't want it's shadow anymore
And the little farmhouse
But my North can't hold me anymore
A driven rain that washes you
It used to follow me around
For a face in the river
In the Northern Skies
A better place
But I no longer need her
The North was my mother
