Looking out forward over the prow of our long ship Pulling our oars and listening to the foam Helmets and sheepskins salt and damp in the sea-mist We're going home Aslak of Langdale, Einar Thorgeirsson Olaf the White and Sigurd the Powerful Looking for constellations above the horizon West wind cutting sharper than our blades Smiling forever into an endless sunrise We're flying on the waves Thorfin Karlsefny, Aud the Deep-Minded Snorri Thorbrandsson, Thorstein the Black Out of dark Vinland, with grey waves racing before us We want no rest Back to the homeland, Iceland, sleeping in winter Back from the West Five years we roam Now we're going home