Coming home againnto see a girl that's prettier than a diamond in the sunnoh what fun!nI wonder if she's been naked in her room since I've been gonenI wonder if she said to them as she said to me beforennHowever much you use me baby, come on use me morenHowever much you use me baby, come on use me morennGetting off the trainnto see a girl that's sweeter than an apple picked from Adam's treenoh glory be!nand I wonder if she's been pressed against an unfamiliar wallnand said to all those men as she has said to me beforennHowever much you want me, I swear I'll make you want me morenHowever much you want me, I swear I'll make you want me morenand more and more and morennla-la-la, la la la lannArriving at the doornjust to be told that the girl I'm missing has been in London for a whilenno more northern skies for hernthey say she's left a letter up the stairs for everyonenit's pinned against her bedroom door for all the world to see and she saysnnHowever much I love you, you will always love me morenHowever much I love you, you will always love me morenand i guess i's truenhowever much she loves me i will always love her morennla-la-la, la la la lannI'll love you more and more, I'll love you morenI'll love you more and more, I'll love you morenI'll love you more and more, I'll love you morenI'll love you more and more, and more and more...nnI'll love you more and more, I'll love you morenI'll love you more and more, I'll love you morenI'll love you more and more, and more and more...nn(strange distant music)nnI have returned to the northern skiesnWhere the summer had not touched nThe clouds that pass abovennOh and I have returned to the somber gatesnOf the days too early to come and too early to stay.nnAnd I have left a million stars nIn an ocean so lively, so clearly blue nAnd i have left the warmth of the sun nAnd a million adventures not yet begunnnThe great sense of passing throughnThe great sense of passing throughnThe great sense of passing throughnnOh for once there was beauty here for menUnder these white northern skiesnAnd I felt the green was blacker and the blue was darker stillnMy roots are lying deeper then I ever think they will againnnHeartache and Poetry...nUnder these northern skiesnnThe great sense of passing throughnThe great sense of passing throughnThe great sense of passing ....through