and if I were tired of cold
I would go bravely into the northern night
and if I fall, cry when it snows
and if I fall, carry my children there
in shadows of light lessen the cold
but how would you know
and if I fall then
how would you know
in my own words, this is a holy trail
delight to walk, pleasure to know
there is a heart, there in the northern night
close by the dark, warm by the cold
there is a way over the last sun's light
there is a way before you go
under the heart, into the northern lights
after the dark, before the cold
'what do you know, you are a tired man,
look at your self, you are so old'
ah, but how would you know
if I am old then
how would you know
and if I were falling in one last light
and if I were tired of cold
I would go there, into the northern night
close to my heart, close to my soul