When they come on television To tell about their loss And the camera finds them beaten up by grief Do you wonder that they get up every morning And sometimes don't believe? When you see their eyes reminded Of another day not shared With a child who never turned to say goodbye Are you comforted by somebody you love Or do you keep it down inside Can you feel?, Can you From every breaking dawn Through to midnights ghostly toll I thank him for the life In your northern soul Every time you cry And sulk back to the fold Through your misty eyes I see your northern soul When it's down to just page seven Even on a slow-news day Do you pause before you turn over the page? And although there is no photograph No tears on television Do you find yourself reminded of their eyes? Can you feel? Can you? At every roadside shrine Where faded flowers console I shudder for the life Inside your northern soul Every night you sleep I'll lie down on your pillow And I feel each steady breath From your northern soul When every light's gone out And my body's tired and old You'll keep my spirit young With your northern soul God every way it breaks I'm bound to make it so To turn all fear to love With your northern soul