作词 : Austin Lunn
 作曲 : Austin Lunn
The yawning hills fade in quivering twilight
I can hear the echo of an approaching train
The yawning hills fade in quivering twilight
I can hear the echo of an approaching train
Haunting the valley
Dancing across cold waters
Haunting the valley
Dancing across cold waters
Haunting the valley
Dancing across cold waters
Haunting the valley
Dancing across cold waters
Distant home fires long burnt out
As I drink between four wooden walls
Filling my eyes with the mountain
Through a single window
The haunting echoes of my loved ones
Half a world away
Like fading whispers in the Nordic wind
In song:
Recant the days but do not recall
The burnt autumn smells and the cold of the fall
A piece of my heart in the north and one in the south
Now listlessly wandering, bereft and without
A wandering soul drifting through
This world aimless and alone
In the best of company
Husker du at vi var på fjellet?
Og månen var på kveldshimmelen
Så hvit, i den svarte natten
Og det var høst på Gaustatoppen
Med venner og flammer
Med solen bak åsene, (som) synker ned i avgrunnen
Nå drikker jeg i stillhet