Between hills and mountains out with the ocean
Has the Norwegian found his home
There he himself has dug the foundations
And sets himself his houses upon them.
He saw out on the stony beaches
It was nobody who there had built
"Let us clear ground, and build ourselves hamlets
And then we will own the clearing for sure"
He saw out at the rugged ocean
It was risky to embark out on
But there were playful fish down in the depths
And that was a sight he wanted to see
During winter sometimes he thought:
"Wish I was in a warmer land!"
But when the spring-sun shimmered in the hills
He started longing to his domestic beach
And when the hillsides grow green like gardens
When there are flowers on every straw
And when nights are as light as days
This is the most beautiful place he ever saw
Between hills and mountains out with the ocean
Has the Norwegian found his home
There he himself has dug the foundations
And sets himself his houses upon them.