| Deep, deep in the northern wilderness |
| I was enjoying the good kind of loneliness |
| I’ve been waking up beneath an azure blue sky |
| From the song of some chaffinches nearby |
| The bright sun shines in the dancing leaves so green |
| This forest must be the most beautiful sight I’ve seen |
| The gentle roar of the rivers, a nature lovers psalm |
| And my favorite lake, so beautiful and calm |
| If it would only hide the reflection of my face |
| This could have been my ideal place |
| But the mountains won’t hold back my sadness much longer |
| Even a tough man could wish he had been stronger |
| The birds sang for me today in a way as if they knew |
| That when I gazed at the sky my thoughts were just as blue |
| Underneath a summer night sky of both sun and the moon |
| Now only the sad song of a lonely black-throated loon |
| And deep, deep inside a northern forest |
| Down under the surface of my lake dearest |
| Mother earth my pain forever will erase |
| And my tired body forever embrace |
| The birds sang for me today in a way as if they knew |
| That when I gazed at the sky my thoughts were just as blue |
| Underneath a summer night sky of both sun and the moon |
| Now only the sad song of a lonely black-throated loon |
| And deep, deep inside a northern forest |
| Down under the surface of my lake dearest |
| Mother earth my pain forever will erase |
| And my tired body forever embrace |