The northern sea

The northern sea groaned, sang it's ancient song.
Waves crashed in front of rocks, whistling and shivering.
Once upon a time, there was a boat coming home.
People had forgotten even when it had been leaving
"Oh, sing your song with the northern sea,
Tell us everything that you have seen"

The man from the boat descended to the land,
Winds were playing with his coat and wheaten hair.
The crowd surronded the stranger on the dirty sand
Of the land, covered with the hunger and crop failure.
"Oh, sing your song with the northern sea,
Tell us everything that you have seen"

He took harmonica of pure gold and started play
About joyful countries with the orange gardens,
About dances of the shadows and copper rays
Over the grassy fields, over the woods of wonders
"Oh, sing your song with the northern sea,
Tell us everything that you have seen"

One old man came to the guest and said "Konutt,
I do remember you, the son of Hansen - miller.
I'm neither judge nor earl, but if I could
I would have invited you to find shelter here.
But you have told a story of the happyness indeed,
What can we offer you, we're forfeited and forsaken
Beyond the northern sea, we live in misery and need.
If you will stay, my son, won't you be mistaken?"

The ancient sea still groans with northern lights above.
The people in the village still fight against the nature.
The richest of the richest stands in the hat and scarf,
Made up of bronze, and tells a story how this land has matured
Into the home of peace, sincereness and love.
"Oh, sing your song with the northern sea,
Tell us everything that you have seen"
"Oh, sing your song with the northern sea,
Tell us everything that is forseen".