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