Song | Viking |
Artist | Peter Hammill |
Album | Fool's Mate |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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. |
Looking out forward over the prow of our long ship, | |
pulling our oars and listening to the foam | |
helmets and sheepskins saltdamp in the seamist: | |
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 DeepMinded, | |
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. |
Looking out forward over the prow of our long ship, | |
pulling our oars and listening to the foam | |
helmets and sheepskins saltdamp in the seamist: | |
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 DeepMinded, | |
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. |