The Northwood

I went up to the deep Northwood,
Because of fire was in my hair.
Thinking of her face, I left-
The way she looked as I left her there.
Her words still ring in my ears,
Thrill is gone after all these years.
I went out to the deep Northwood,
Because of fire was in my hair.
Thinking of her face, I left-
The way she looked as I left her there.
Her words still ring in my ears,
The thrill is gone after all these years,
Our love gets thrown away.
He went out to the deep Northwood,
Left a fire rage in my hair,
Thinking of...