Arnar Gudjonsson - Vor í Vaglaskógi (English Translation) lyrics

(For the original Icelandic version of the song, view the page for it here on Genius!) The night is ours Spring in the wood of skies We head to the heath with our tent, where the berries grow Take me, dear friend to the mirth of yesterdays Where our creek runs free and the birch will blow Light in the mountains Scent from our dearest fountains The wind is counting your hair in the light aglow The dew comes forth Our valley is swept with peace Our dreams come true, who sleep in the wood of skies On the berry hearth, the last touch of sunlight dies And the calm is deep where the quiet waters flow Light in the mountains Scent from our dearest fountains The wind is counting your hair in the light aglow Light in the mountains Scent from our dearest fountains The wind is counting your hair in the light aglow The wind is counting your hair