I got astray, so to the North I go. I'll stay there for years and years and more... Where dark nights escape the dome. On the plain, the meadowlarks, they all sway to and fro. I've been here for a while, you know. The birds in flight, they know. To the North pole, we should float... I'll go with you... I'll go. I miss the fjords, so to the port I crawl. The holed crimson boat lies on the shore. Where dark waters reflect the Storm. In the cold, our pallid bodies, unmindful of the rain. I would cry for a smile at dawn. By the glaciers, beautiful. To the North pole, we should float... I'll go with you... I'll go. I'll go with you... I'll go.