Great Move North

Oh, great bright road You've won my sight I've waited all year For the season to arrive So slow to that old hill To climb it's white And name it with reason And hold to tight On the great move north Did you change your mind? We died in our street clothes And it doesn't seem right Oh, the great men came With windy minds And threw light at the motion That I left behind They found me alone Still warm and when They kept me all season You saw me and left On the great move north Did you change your mind? We died in our street clothes And it doesn't seem right