A Northern Dream

Give in to the wonders of earth.
Ever bless nature’s birth.
Shine, shine into the emerald dream,
cascading down the merry little stream.

From the soul we shall find,
which traces we left behind.
Like the rising moon,
hearing the soft lyre’s tune.

Oh, sweet child of my heart,
from the Gods we can’t part.
In the trees we must believe,
and nature shall achieve.

Oh, mare of dreams come so mild,
send my mind into the wild,
where the meadows are eternally in bliss.
Faintly I can feel your kiss.

Along the hills we call and call,
seeing our honour never fall.
To the ancient world we arise,
that shall never in our hearts’ demise.

Through the fog we see the Northern star,
shining its light from dreams so far.
In the Northern light hides a grace,
where beauty reveals earth’s true face.

Hidden is the maiden’s care.
Divine treasures throughout the air,
from vast lands we came,
in an ethereal name.

In the forest we raise our soul,
hearing the whispers of the myths’ call.
The mysteries that never will fade,
and our folklore brightens the shade.

From the wondrous path we can’t stray.
The Heavens shall unfold the way.
Wishes can come true in the wild,
Oh, rest here my sweet child.