Coming home again
to see a girl that's prettier than a diamond in the sun
oh what fun!
I wonder if she's been naked in her room since I've been gone
I wonder if she said to them as she said to me before
However much you use me baby, come on use me more
However much you use me baby, come on use me more
Getting off the train
to see a girl that's sweeter than an apple picked from Adam's tree
oh glory be!
and I wonder if she's been pressed against an unfamiliar wall
and said to all those men as she has said to me before
However much you want me, I swear I'll make you want me more
However much you want me, I swear I'll make you want me more
and more and more and more
la-la-la, la la la la
Arriving at the door
just to be told that the girl I'm missing has been in London for a while
o more northern skies for her
they say she's left a letter up the stairs for everyone
it's pinned against her bedroom door for all the world to see and she says
However much I love you, you will always love me more
However much I love you, you will always love me more
and i guess i's true
however much she loves me i will always love her more
la-la-la, la la la la
I'll love you more and more, I'll love you more
I'll love you more and more, I'll love you more
I'll love you more and more, I'll love you more
I'll love you more and more, and more and more...
I'll love you more and more, I'll love you more
I'll love you more and more, I'll love you more
I'll love you more and more, and more and more...
(strange distant music)
I have returned to the northern skies
Where the summer had not touched
The clouds that pass above
Oh and I have returned to the somber gates
Of the days too early to come and too early to stay.
And I have left a million stars
In an ocean so lively, so clearly blue
And i have left the warmth of the sun
And a million adventures not yet begun
The great sense of passing through
The great sense of passing through
The great sense of passing through
Oh for once there was beauty here for me
Under these white northern skies
And I felt the green was blacker and the blue was darker still
My roots are lying deeper then I ever think they will again
Heartache and Poetry...
Under these northern skies
The great sense of passing through
The great sense of passing through
The great sense of passing ....through