14.Watching the Northern Lights
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
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 ...
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