Fly me to the north
To where the gentle lilacs never bloom
To where their fragrance never once again
Will enter my room.
To where the whiteness is the only thing
That I can see
I just don't want to have to feel
Your sadness all around me.
Fly me to where the branches
Of the tall oak tree
Can't shield me
To where the butterflies will never
Again fly past me.
To where the moonbeams
Cannot hide the sadness of your face
To where the cold will numb my heart
So that you cannot hurt me.
But on the way I will stop
By the bluest of all seas
I will find me a sea-smooth shell
And I will listen to the softness as
I put it to my ear,
To my ear.
Fly me to the north
To where the gentle lilacs never bloom
To where their fragrance never once again
Will enter my room.
To where the whiteness is the only thing
That I can see
I just don't want to have to feel
Your sadness all around me.