Noregsgard

Noregsgard

Noregsgard

A sturdy man from the farmEin dugal kar fra garden dro
He followed the scent of pineHan fulgte furuas sus
Up through the gray stone hill he carriedOpp gjennom åsen gråstein han bar
His stride was strongStaut hans gange var

Wrapped in the dawnSvøpt i morgengry
Under a purely Norwegian skyUnder ein helnorsk himmel
His feet trudge sadlyHans føtter traurig vandres hen
Towards his goal up on the heightMot sitt mål opp på høyden

A weather-beaten hand grabs the swordEin værbitt hand griper sverdet fatt
And cleaves the blue-tinged skullOg kløyver den blånende skalle
His mouth twists in smoldering hatredHans kjeft den vrir seg i ulmende hat
Enemies will fallUfrender kommer at falle

So he stood there on the lookout topSå stod han der på utkikkstopp
His eyes never restingHans øyne ei dei kviler
For he sought only one sightFor han søkte reint eit syn
But it became a cruel tormentMen det ble ein grusom pine

There among Norway's woods and fieldsDer blant norges skog og mark
The enemy was fierceVar fienden og fæl
His grim mind would show themHans grimme sinn skulle vise dem
That a Norwegian son has plenty of mettleAt norsønn han har nok at tæl

A weather-beaten hand grabs the swordEin værbitt hand griper sverdet fatt
And cleaves the blue-tinged skullOg kløyver den blånende skalle
His mouth twists in smoldering hatredHans kjeft den vrir seg i ulmende hat
Enemies will fallUfrender kommer at falle

Norwegian son lost NoregsgardNorsønn tapte noregsgard
To a face in the armyFor ein ansikt i hær
Proud he was when he returnedStolt han var dan han kom igjen
To cleave this swordFor å kløyve denne sitt sverd