Invocation / Strömming Boats

Wind of the air, my love's on the sea
Ho ro y re y ro, Ho ro y re y ro
Make the weather calm and fine
Ho ro y re y ro, Ho ro y re y ro
Shonest, Leodest and the Raa
Give good luck and fortune to him
Health and peace and length of life
Ho ro y re y ro, Ho ro y re y ro

The boats are homeward coming across the brimming fjord
The nets are full of strömming and all are well aboard
But homeward never more comes my sailor

The fisher huts are laden, they're baking brittle bread
What care they that a maiden is weeping for her dead
That bells will never ring for her wedding

Cold the storm was blowing, no winding sheet had he
No parting kiss bestowing, they buried him at sea
With all my heart beside in the blue tide