Zinc roofs glow in the blue
Cold air feels sharp and new
I hold a heavy weight
Iron locked in a state
Spinning round in my hand
Guided back to this land
Silver needle stays true
Finding north, finding you
Slate grey tiles in a row
Where the river winds slow
Brass case worn at the seam
Waking up from a dream
Spinning round in my hand
Guided back to this land
Silver needle stays true
Finding north, finding you
Stone ledge under my palm
Midnight brings a deep calm
Zinc roofs fade into black
Leading all the way back
Spinning round in my hand
Guided back to this land
Silver needle stays true
Finding north, finding you
One last turn of the gear
The destination is clear
Zinc roofs shine in the dew
Everything feels brand new
Spinning round in my hand
Guided back to this land
Silver needle stays true
Finding north, finding you
Silver North.
Guided home.