When they come on television

To tell about their loss

And the camera finds them beaten up by grief

Do you wonder that they get up every morning

And sometimes don't believe?



When you see their eyes reminded

Of another day not shared

With a child who never turned to say goodbye

Are you comforted by somebody you love

Or do you keep it down inside



Can you feel?, Can you



From every breaking dawn

Through to midnights ghostly toll

I thank him for the life

In your northern soul

Every time you cry

And sulk back to the fold

Through your misty eyes

I see your northern soul



When it's down to just page seven

Even on a slow-news day

Do you pause before you turn over the page?

And although there is no photograph



No tears on television

Do you find yourself reminded of their eyes?

Can you feel?

Can you?



At every roadside shrine

Where faded flowers console

I shudder for the life

Inside your northern soul



Every night you sleep

I'll lie down on your pillow

And I feel each steady breath

From your northern soul



When every light's gone out

And my body's tired and old

You'll keep my spirit young

With your northern soul



God every way it breaks

I'm bound to make it so

To turn all fear to love

With your northern soul