Crickets, toads, campfire smoke, the gentle stream she knows
Glowing sky, she keeps her word. Some thing's best unheard
Oh, every now and then, when things have seemed to settle in
The northern wind blows again, the moon, a book, a pen
They've heard it all, the calm, the rise, the fall
Crawl back to that burrowed bed, "see you in the spring", she said
Oh, every now and then, when things have seemed to settle in
The northern wind blows again, the moon, a book, a pen