| Lyrics: | Looking out forward over the prow of our long ship,
pulling our oars and listening to the
foam;
helmets and sheepskins salt-damp in the sea-mist:
We're going home.
Aslak
of Langadale, Einar Thorgeirsson,
Olaf the White and Sigurd the Powerful...
Looking
for constellations above the horizon,
West wind cutting sharper than our blades;
smiling
forever into an endless sunrise,
we're flying on the waves.
Thorfin Karlsefny, Aud
the Deep-Minded,
Snorri Thorbrandsson, Thorstein the Black....
Out of dark Vinland,
with grey waves racing before us -
We want no rest.
Back to the homeland, Iceland,
sleeping in winter -
back from the West.
Five years we roam;
now we're going home |
