Northern Grey

Thinking back on those summer days
It's getting colder and I'm on my way
To those New England pines
And that northern grey
It's been several years since I've been home
Too long I've been on my own
Without those nor'easter winds
Blowing through my bones

I can feel the pull of it all
And I hear those wild valleys call
One thing I never planned
Was just to fall and never land
Land back home

Ghosts of my memories linger untamed
Like vacant lanterns returned to flame
And the unsettling truth
Is only I have changed

I can feel the pull of it all
And I hear those wild valleys call
One thing I never planned
Was just to fall and never land
Land back home

Thinking back on those summer days
It's getting colder and I'm on my way



Credits
Writer(s): Clifford Cameron
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link