Turið Torkilsdóttir [English translation]

Water runs off high mountains

And along sharp rocks

So painfull it is to love him

Who doesn't love you back

The day goes by, night comes

Darkness falls on fair ground

Tomorrow let us saddle the horses for a race

"Your land is so unpleasant

For there is bad weather and wind.

Much better it is in the mountains of Norway

To stay here in love with me."

The day goes by, night comes

Darkness falls on fair ground

Tomorrow let us saddle the horses for a race

She followed him so far on his way

Until paths went separate ways.

"When I turn away from you now

It is against my will."

The day goes by, night comes

Darkness falls on fair ground

Tomorrow let us saddle the horses for a race

Turið sits in the mountains of Norway

She invokes harm and pain

So mournfully she drops bloody tears

Down both her arms

The day goes by, night comes

Darkness falls on fair ground

Tomorrow let us saddle the horses for a race