Take me home, where the northern lights are burning,
through the snow-quiet forests I’m yearning;
let the star-roofed silence sing me to rest,
every heartbeat a drum in my chest.
Follow the river of moon-lit blue,
its whispering water carries me to you;
past the echoes of every road I’ve roamed—
your arms are the compass, your breath the dawn,
take me home before the night is gone.