As the snow melts
And the waters do flow,
Down to the coast,
To the coast you shall go,
To sit on the beach,
And watch the waves fall,
Bringing a breeze,
With the sound of a call,
Is it a horn? Or singing? Or cheers?
A sound so familiar,
From over the years,
A sound to remember,
A sound from the past,
A sound to be proud of,
A sound that will last.
The sound of young dreams
Being formed in the mind
Preparing for battle, so unkind
Singing their songs of victories past
Regaling their stories that forever will last,
Taking up oars and steering their way,
Towards a new land through the fog where it lay,
Laden with shields and weapons of war,
Moving at pace inspired by Thor,
Landing their ship and going to ground,
Ready to fight as they all look around,
Finding a village and wondering why?
They don’t want to fight! Should they all die?
Maybe we’ll stay and start a new life,
One of these locals can be my new wife,
Children she will bear for me in this land,
Right here I can have a life O so grand,
They will grow strong and proud,
And hear the horn O so loud,
When they go to the shore,
Like their fathers before.