Oh the church of Jesus Christ Came a knocking on my door today They were young missionaries Just trying to spread their tired gospel But I told I'd be singing my own song Oh I told I'm singing my own song 'Cause I was thinking of my father When I found a child in the sea cave And I will fall into the ocean If I dance upon that roof anymore If I wear these crazy boots anymore If I dance upon that roof anymore Or wear these crazy boots And I will chew my wrist for cabin blood I'll sew smooth the rocks into my pillow Until I'm singing with my husband And whispering bout the gold And we'll always head
Up north to find our home Oh we'll always head Up north to find our home Oh we'll always head Up north to find our home And I'll be spinning in my skirts And knitting tiny tiny tiny tiny little hats And when my breath becomes an island I won't be dancing upon that roof anymore I won't wearing these crazy boots anymore I won't be dancing on that roof anymore Or wearing these crazy boots And I will still be singing my own song And I'll always head Up north to find my home Oh I will still be singing my own song And I'll always head Up north to find my home Oh, I'll always head Up north to find my home