I got astray, so to the North I go.
I'll stay there for years and years and more...
Where dark nights escape the dome.
On the plain, the meadowlarks, they all sway to and fro.
I've been here for a while, you know.
The birds in flight, they know.
To the North pole, we should float...
I'll go with you... I'll go.
I miss the fjords, so to the port I crawl.
The holed crimson boat lies on the shore.
Where dark waters reflect the Storm.
In the cold, our pallid bodies, unmindful of the rain.
I would cry for a smile at dawn.
By the glaciers, beautiful.
To the North pole, we should float...
I'll go with you... I'll go.
I'll go with you... I'll go.
