Henry's Songbook

   And I looked to the north wind
   And listened for a whisper
   The mountains were calling
   Come on home

When I returned from the south lands, the land I was born in
I'd been many years travelling, a long time away
Maybe I'd changed some, in truth a little older
But I felt like a stranger who'd lost his way

Land of the north wind, I want to walk in your forest
I want to climb your mountains and reach for the sky
Like the golden eagle in its flight for fredom
I'm taking the high road, I'm learning to fly

You're nobody's mistress, you're not easily taken
Once forsaken you won't be crossed
You hide your beauty behind your thunder
And the false intruder is easily lost

Oh rage on, north wind, take a message to the mountains
I'm crossing your border, I can weather your storm
I'm the prodigal returning, looking for shelter
I was a long time learning, but I'm coming home

(as sung by Dick Gaughan)

[1996:] Written by an Englishman, this is a love song for my native land. (Notes Dick Gaughan, 'Sail On')