Coming home again   to see a girl that's prettier than a diamond in the sun   oh what fun!   I wonder if she's been naked in her room since I've been gone   I wonder if she said to them as she said to me before      However much you use me baby, come on use me more   However much you use me baby, come on use me more      Getting off the train   to see a girl that's sweeter than an apple picked from Adam's tree   oh glory be!   and I wonder if she's been pressed against an unfamiliar wall   and said to all those men as she has said to me before      However much you want me, I swear I'll make you want me more   However much you want me, I swear I'll make you want me more   and more and more and more      la-la-la, la la la la      Arriving at the door   just to be told that the girl I'm missing has been in London for a while   no more northern skies for her   they say she's left a letter up the stairs for everyone   it's pinned against her bedroom door for all the world to see and she says      However much I love you, you will always love me more   However much I love you, you will always love me more   and i guess i's true   however much she loves me i will always love her more      la-la-la, la la la la      I'll love you more and more, I'll love you more   I'll love you more and more, I'll love you more   I'll love you more and more, I'll love you more   I'll love you more and more, and more and more...      I'll love you more and more, I'll love you more   I'll love you more and more, I'll love you more   I'll love you more and more, and more and more...      (strange distant music)      I have returned to the northern skies   Where the summer had not touched    The clouds that pass above      Oh and I have returned to the somber gates   Of the days too early to come and too early to stay.      And I have left a million stars    In an ocean so lively, so clearly blue    And i have left the warmth of the sun    And a million adventures not yet begun      The great sense of passing through   The great sense of passing through   The great sense of passing through      Oh for once there was beauty here for me   Under these white northern skies   And I felt the green was blacker and the blue was darker still   My roots are lying deeper then I ever think they will again      Heartache and Poetry...   Under these northern skies      The great sense of passing through   The great sense of passing through   The great sense of passing ....through