Floating like a dream cloud above the lake
Drifting in and out of sight
Forty Miles above us


Watching the Northern Lights


In the true northern darkness
Far from the sleeping towns
We lay there in the silence

Young and free, half asleep, spellbound

We were watching the Northern Lights


In my mind after all this time
The memory is still clear

All I find I leave behind
The song is my souvenir


Watching The Northern Lights