I have sailed the seas soon probably for 20 years learned how gloomy days comes and goes all the oceans has been for me like a bed and in the storm on the wild water I've never been afraid
but now calling me the land there in north the beautiful Nordic and it depletes my body and soul that I am not there and in my mind's eye I see the forest's tree trumps high in the place which for me can be called home
the letter from my son came like the wind from the north a dream to follow dad to follow in his father's track I move the hand slowly through my gray hair and from the ridged cheek in stillness I wipe away a tear
Yes now calling me the land...
Strong wings of yearning take me home I'll never again leave family and friend in Sweden you still lives, I remember you dear father
young and stubborn the mind no dreams were sacrificed I have been fed by memories but starved and broke but when the wildness in the heart by the age fades away and thoughts on an adventure is to remember the years that have passed