The spirit blows where it will
So can I get a little bit over here?
Our constant need to reach
For the stars above you and me
Sister moon
Will your tides rise up too soon?
And I'm gonna move
To a northland where stars are in view
The heat knows how to creep
Into an afternoon in early spring
So I asked that lady by the sea
If she was starting to worry
Sister moon
Will your tides rise up too soon?
And I'm gonna move
To a northland where stars are in view
To a northland where stars are in view
To a northland where stars are in view
