Under the dog-star sail
    Over the reefs of moonshine
    Under the skies of fall
    North-north-west, the stones of Faroe

    Under the Arctic fire
    Over the seas of silence
    Hauling on frozen ropes
    For all my days remaining
    Would north be true?

    All colours bleed to red
    Asleep on the ocean's bed
    Drifting in empty seas
    For all my days remaining
    Would north be true?
    Why should I, why should I cry for you?

    What would be true?
    Sometimes I see your face,
    The stars seem to lose their place
    Why must I think of you?
    Why must I? Why should I?
    Why should I cry for you?
    Why would you want me to?
    And what would it mean to say,
    'I loved you in my fashion?'
    What would be true?
    Why should I, why should I cry for you?
    Why should I cry?