Letras:Týr. By The Light Of The Northern Star. Turið Torkilsdóttir.

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Vatni? rennur av hogum fjollum
og eftir hvossum groti
So ilt er at leggja ast vi? hann
i? onga leggur imoti

Dagurin li?ur, nattin kemur
dimmir a jor? so fri?a
I morgin sa?lum hestar dyst at ri?a.

"Ta? er so vant i tinum landi
ti har er ve?ur og vindur
Nogv betri er i Noregs fjollum
tu astir vi? meg bindur."

Fylgdi hon honum so langt a lei?
til gotur toku at skilja
"Ta?, i? eg vendi aftur fra tar
ta? er ei vi? min vilja."

Turi? situr i Noregs fjollum
hon vekir harm og pinu
So mo?ig fellur hon blo?ig tar
a ba?ar armar sinar

Dagurin li?ur, nattin kemur
dimmir a jor? so fri?a
I morgin sa?lum hestar dyst at ri?a.

[English translation:]

The water runs of high mountains
And along sharp rocks
So painfull it is to love him
Who doesn't love you back

The days goes by, the night comes
Darkness falls on fair ground
Tomarrow let us saddle the horses for a race

"Your land is so unpleasant
For there is bad weather and wind.
Much better it is in the mountains of Norway
To stay here in love with me."

She followed him so far on his way
Until paths went separate ways.
"When I turn away from you now
It is against my will."

Turi? sits in the mountains of Norway
She invokes harm and pain
So mournfull she fells bloody tears
Down both her arms

The days goes by, the night comes
Darkness falls on fair ground
Tomorrow let us saddle the horses for a race