WRITTEN BY: OWEN TEMPLE & GORDY QUIST
The wind blows a little colder
The trees are a little older
Up north
Flames dancing in a fireplace
Whiskey warm going down
Shadows act out stories
To the pop and crackle sound
You pull your darling closer
Sink into snowy dreams
Feeling high as tallest pines
Least that’s the way it seems
Up north
Morning benediction
From the sun low in the sky
Blazing glory tells you
Go on open up your eyes
Breakfast smells like heaven
Coffee’s good as last night’s fire
Woodsmoke’s on the morning air
Wind whistling on the wire
Up north
Up north
Hearts open, mind is clear
You can see it all from here
Dry your frozen tears
With me up north
Lifted up like northern lights
Feeling all is right
Longest days, the longest nights
Will be up north
Shadows getting longer
Like a bill coming due
Says seek some sort of resting place
Dark’s turning down the blue
If you’re already where you’re going
You can watch wide-eyed as a child
As the sky fills pink, orange, and gold
Like a painter’s going wild
Up north
Up north
Hearts open, mind is clear
You can see it all from here
Dry your frozen tears
With me up north
Lifted up like northern lights
Feeling all is right
Longest days, the longest nights
Will be up north
When your darling can’t stay with you
On the top of the world
It’s a lonely kingdom
Watchin’ smoke rise and curl
You can send reflected messages
Off the mirror of the moon
But it’s clear and cold majesty
Will be disappearing soon
Up north
Up north
Up north
Blue lakes spread out like oceans
By the green shade of the woods
The quiet speaks like thunder
Says it is well and it is good