happy may 17th
Yes, we love this country
as it rises forth,
rugged, weathered, above the sea,
with those thousand homes.
Loving, loving it and thinking
about our father and mother
and the saga night that sends
dreams to our earth.
And the saga night that sends,
sends dreams to our earth.
This country Harald saved
with his giant fleet,
this country Håkon protected
whilst Øyvind sung;
upon the country Olav painted
with his blood the cross,
from its heights Sverre spoke
up against Rome.
Farmers their axes sharpened
as the army came,
Tordenskiold around the coastline thundered
so that we could see it back home.
Even women stood up and fought
as if they were men;
others could only cry
but that soon would end!
Sure, we were not many
but we were enough,
when they challenged us
and it was at stake;
we rather let our country burn
than to decleare defeat;
just remember what happened
at Fredrikshald!
Hard times we have coped with,
were at last disowned;
but in the worst suffer, blue-eyed
freedom was to us born.
It gave (us) father's strength to carry
famine and war,
it gave death itself its honour -
and it gave compromise.
The enemy threw away his weapon,
up the visor went,
we, in wonder, to him hasted,
because he was our brother.
Driven onto stand by the shame
we went to the south;
now we three brothers stand united,
and shall stand like that!
Norsemen in house and cabin,
thank your great God!
The contry he had well protected,
although things looked dark.
And as the fathers have fought,
and the mothers have wept,
the Lord has quietly moved
so we won our rights.
Yes, we love this country
as it rises up,
rugged and weathered, above the sea,
with its thousand of homes.
And as the fathers' struggle has raised
it from poverty to victory,
even so will we, when demanded,
for its peace to stay.
as it rises forth,
rugged, weathered, above the sea,
with those thousand homes.
Loving, loving it and thinking
about our father and mother
and the saga night that sends
dreams to our earth.
And the saga night that sends,
sends dreams to our earth.
This country Harald saved
with his giant fleet,
this country Håkon protected
whilst Øyvind sung;
upon the country Olav painted
with his blood the cross,
from its heights Sverre spoke
up against Rome.
Farmers their axes sharpened
as the army came,
Tordenskiold around the coastline thundered
so that we could see it back home.
Even women stood up and fought
as if they were men;
others could only cry
but that soon would end!
Sure, we were not many
but we were enough,
when they challenged us
and it was at stake;
we rather let our country burn
than to decleare defeat;
just remember what happened
at Fredrikshald!
Hard times we have coped with,
were at last disowned;
but in the worst suffer, blue-eyed
freedom was to us born.
It gave (us) father's strength to carry
famine and war,
it gave death itself its honour -
and it gave compromise.
The enemy threw away his weapon,
up the visor went,
we, in wonder, to him hasted,
because he was our brother.
Driven onto stand by the shame
we went to the south;
now we three brothers stand united,
and shall stand like that!
Norsemen in house and cabin,
thank your great God!
The contry he had well protected,
although things looked dark.
And as the fathers have fought,
and the mothers have wept,
the Lord has quietly moved
so we won our rights.
Yes, we love this country
as it rises up,
rugged and weathered, above the sea,
with its thousand of homes.
And as the fathers' struggle has raised
it from poverty to victory,
even so will we, when demanded,
for its peace to stay.