If I begin to feel lighter
Hold me down
And I’ll be yours for evermore
God bless this mess I’m in
For it is time
To be rid of a certain sin
A cool breeze down my spine
And if I’m really here
Then I feel fine
A freelance child
You bring it all back
This world is eating me inside
Don’t look too far
Missing a degree of warmth
A name without a face
I’m loosing grip all the same
I sever the line that divides
I sever the feelings inside
I sever between you and me
And I want to learn to fly
Bring the pain right back again
Is this all there is of me
Hearts and minds, find the time
That in the end there was
No possible reason for anythingA North country maid up to London has strayed
Although with her nature it did not agree.
So she wept and she sighed and bitterly she cried,
"Oh, I wish once again in the North I could be."
For the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree
They all grow green in the North country.
While sadly I roam I regret my dear home,
Where the lads and young lasses are making the hay.
Where the birds sweetly sing, and the merry bells do ring
And the maidens and meadows are pleasant and gay.
For the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree
They all grow green in the North country.
No doubt if I please, I could marry with ease,
Where maidens are fair, many lovers will come.
But he that I wed must be North country bred
And carry me back to my own country.
For the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree
They all grow so green in the North country.