NORTHERN
wind
| This is about being at one with the mind in the Canadian North, the land of the lost and found
souls. Originally written by Murray MacLaughlin, revised by me. |
Lyrics:
The more people that surround me
The smaller I feel
The more I get distracted
From the things I think are real
You cannot spread your wings and fly
When you're cut off from the sky
I've got to open up that door now
'Cause I feel too civilized
Out on the water
Watch the white pines as they swing
Take off down the lake
And see the sun dance in the spring
Fly over the black spruce forest
Where the tundra line begins
Free and clean as the Northern Wind
The presence of the cool air
Is welcome in my home
It brings sensations
That always warm me to the bone
The wind runs through my body
And it whisks away my soul
To take it back up North
Where I lose my self-control
Out on the water
Hear the sad loons as they sing
Take off through the forest
Watch the sunset in the Spring
Fly over the mountain tops
Where the lonely life begins
Free and clean as the Northern Wind
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