Bortblæst var min styrke - og myrdet min ro;
Det tordned i mørke: og havde du tro
Til bjerge at flytte,
Det kan ikke nytte,
Når hjertet er stenhårdt og koldt!
New year's morning (x3)
Da lærte jeg arme - i midvinter sval,
At lys uden varme - er Helvedes kval;
Jeg kampe mig ville
Til kærligheds kilde,
jeg ville omskabe mig selv!
New year's morning (x3)
Where darkly from mountains - a thundering sound
Ascends with much power - from song of the old
Where tones fully bustle - with roar over field
As torrent do welter - in dale of the cliffs
Just there felt belonging
My heart which when speaking
Like roar, was an echo in stone
New year's morning (x3)
Sing low over forest
Sing high over water:
God's peace over people of the north
New year's morning (x2)