Mother

Verse 1

The oars are quiet, the water is cold,

The fire takes the ship, as the stories foretold.

The smoke rises up to the frost and the stars,

To heal every wound and to fade all your scars.

Chorus

Goodbye, Mother, the long voyage calls,

The shield-maidens carry you into the halls.

No winter can touch you, no wind can blow cold,

In the 'home of the brave' where the legends are told.

Verse 2

The loom is now still and the hearth-fire is dead,

The gold of your hair is a crown on your head.

Your hands that were gentle, your voice that was kind,

Are carried away on the northern wind.

Chorus

Goodbye, Mother, the long voyage calls,

The shield-maidens carry you into the halls.

No winter can touch you, no wind can blow cold,

In the home of the brave where the legends are told.

Verse 3

The horn sounds your name to the endless blue sky,

The great golden gates are now swinging wide.

Rest now from the battle, the journey is done,

You sail to the light of a permanent sun.

Chorus

Goodbye, Mother, the long voyage calls,

The shield-maidens carry you into the halls.

No winter can touch you, no wind can blow cold,

In the home of the brave where the legends are told.