Stepping slowly above sleep-drowned earth
Heavy steps,
to the glass-smooth fjord.
Takes the boat and leaves,
and goes far out to the sea.
Singing "oh, oh, oh,"
If I don't come back home,
Oh, oh, oh,
You must say goodbye to them,
those who stand vigil and wait for me
With the birr under my wings and
the wind in my sails I go far.
Oh, oh, oh,
If I don't come home.
You must fly fast,
now, my boat.
Against the sun, higher, you soar.
Singing "oh, oh, oh,"
If I don't come back home,
Oh, oh, oh,
You must say goodbye to them,
those who stand vigil and wait for me
With the birr under my wings and
the wind in my sails I go far.
Oh, oh, oh,
If I don't come home.