Dear Old Greenland

On the way to Greenland I shall find
 All the disparate fragments of my mind
 And I, I shall return a different man
 And darling do, oh, darling do, all that I can
 On the way to Greenland I shall find
 No mundane distractions of any kind
 And if, if beneath the ice fields there's a room
 You know it's there I'll find my peace, a lovely tomb
 Friends, Greenland is a place where souls go to dry out
 It is a vast and terrifying place of ice fields and tundra
 Bereft of fire and in the horror of its imposing irrelevance
 There is a sort of peace
 The peace of pain
 The peace of nothing, well friends, I tell you what
 I'm going there
 Fear is lying dying in the sands
 Yes, and it's breathing from the gills of my Greenland, ooh