Where the snow is falling down, The winter’s wearing silver crown, I will come to you To the North… Where the leaves are red and brown, And golden clouds embrace the dawn, I will come to you to the North…
Cause you’re my Queen of the North, Bm You’re my sky, You’re my Queen of the North, And bird’s-eye… Where the sun in the clouds Is reflected in the rye, You are my little Princess And my sigh.
Where the lakes sleep in the ice, And fire is the only price, I will come to you To the North… Where the heat is like reward, And Spring is the forgotten word, I will come to you To the North…