The year is 1825
The northern Maine is trembling
Under heavy boots of lumberman
With a grim look in their eyes
Axes raise high
And axes fall hard back down
Axes raise high
And axes fall hard back down
Harsh are these northern lands
For anyone who wasn‘t born here
And even those who are scarred
With wounds that never heal
But in the dead of night
When the air is so cold
And you cannot hear
A single bird‘s song
Stranger travels
Through these barren lands
Wooden carriage holds
Everything he owns…
And that most dear to him -
His young wife and baby boy
“Baby‘s freezing - And so am I”
Discouraged she pleads
“Hurry up the horses, husband of mine
So we can lay our heads
Rest our weary minds
Light the fire - keep us warm
Before the dusk brings the Devil‘s hour
And these woods the surrounding darkness
Is swarmed with creatures of the night”
And so they ride
They ride so fast
Dear Alger and his wife
With newborn baby in her arms
the forest just stood there
And watched them go
There are many.
So many eyes in the woods
Eyes of trees, eyes of grass
Eyes of moss x4
And so the new inhabitants
On this fateful night
Arrived to this cursed land
Knowing not what lies ahead
Not their worst nightmares
Drawn from imagination
Could help prepare them
for what the future holds
“Baby‘s freezing - And so am I”
Discouraged she pleads
“Hurry up the horses, husband of mine
So we can lay our heads
Rest our weary minds
credits
from To the North,
released June 4, 2022
Patrick Kinkade - All instruments, Vocals, Production
Krzysztof Klingbein - Drums
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