Way up in the north land
In the sweet cold and green
Turns a mill, in those roving blue hills
Where three rivers do meet
Hand in hand we went waltzing
Through those old lonely streets
In my soul, I always will hold
Those nights so dear to me
So lay back your head
Forget all your pain
The nightingale croons to the west
And breaks free from her chains
Fare thee well to November
Passing by like a dream
Doubled over, with next year at your door
When the slate is broken clean
I found peace through the darkness
It's so cold that it burns
Northern lights are dancing tonight
To a tune I've never heard
So lay back your head
Forget all your pain
The nightingale croons to the west
And breaks free from her chains
