It's not quite Greenland, but it sort of is.

"Dear Old Greenland"
Andrew Bird

On the way to Greenland
I shall find
All the disparate fragments of my mind
I shall return a different man
And darling, do all that I can

On the way to Greenland
I shall find no mundane distractions of any kind
If beneath the ice fields there’s a room
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 peace
The peace of pain
The peace of nothing
Well friends, I’m going there

Fear is lying dying in the sands
And it’s breathing from the gills of my Greenland.