Lady of the North - Gene Clark

Flying high above the clouds

We lay in the grassy meadow

The earth was like a pillow for our dreams

Trials never entered into any conversation

That was the relation of our dreams

But as a change in the wind must come

Over the mountain

And the seasons roll under the sun

Passing the shadows of our dreams

Flying high above the clouds

We lay in the grassy meadow

The earth was like a pillow for our dreams

Trials never entered into any conversation

That was the relation of our dreams

But as a change in the wind must come

Over the mountain

And the seasons roll under the sun

Passing the shadows of our dreams

A fine lady of the north

Like silver on the ocean shore

Like wind’s whispers through the trees