| Song | The North |
| Artist | Elton John |
| Album | The One |
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| Lyrics:Bernie Taupin Music:Elton John | |
| Have you seen the North | |
| That cold grey place | |
| Don't want its shadow anymore | |
| On my face | |
| A man grows bitter | |
| We're a bitter race | |
| Some of us never get to see | |
| A better place | |
| In the Northern Skies | |
| There was a steel cloud | |
| It used to follow me around | |
| But I don't see it now | |
| There's a farm in the rain | |
| And a little farmhouse | |
| There were a young man's eyes | |
| Looking south | |
| The North was my mother | |
| But I no longer need her | |
| You trade your roots and your dust | |
| For a face in the river | |
| And a driven rain that washes you | |
| To a different shore | |
| There's a North in us all | |
| But my North can't hold me anymore |
| Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
| Have you seen the North | |
| That cold grey place | |
| Don' t want its shadow anymore | |
| On my face | |
| A man grows bitter | |
| We' re a bitter race | |
| Some of us never get to see | |
| A better place | |
| In the Northern Skies | |
| There was a steel cloud | |
| It used to follow me around | |
| But I don' t see it now | |
| There' s a farm in the rain | |
| And a little farmhouse | |
| There were a young man' s eyes | |
| Looking south | |
| The North was my mother | |
| But I no longer need her | |
| You trade your roots and your dust | |
| For a face in the river | |
| And a driven rain that washes you | |
| To a different shore | |
| There' s a North in us all | |
| But my North can' t hold me anymore |
| Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
| Have you seen the North | |
| That cold grey place | |
| Don' t want its shadow anymore | |
| On my face | |
| A man grows bitter | |
| We' re a bitter race | |
| Some of us never get to see | |
| A better place | |
| In the Northern Skies | |
| There was a steel cloud | |
| It used to follow me around | |
| But I don' t see it now | |
| There' s a farm in the rain | |
| And a little farmhouse | |
| There were a young man' s eyes | |
| Looking south | |
| The North was my mother | |
| But I no longer need her | |
| You trade your roots and your dust | |
| For a face in the river | |
| And a driven rain that washes you | |
| To a different shore | |
| There' s a North in us all | |
| But my North can' t hold me anymore |