Letras: Joan Baez. North.

Where icicles hung, the blossoms swing
But in my heart there is no spring
You were my spring, my summer too
It's always winter without you

The flocks head north and the lilacs bloom
At night they scent my moonlit room
You were my spring, my summer too
I'm going north to look for you

Like a windblown bird, my heart goes forth
Sent by the spring to the shining north
You are my spring, my summer too
And I won't rest till I find you