Longing for home

It is time for me to leave,

hand me my wooden bow;

I´m crying bitter tears,

so I´m better leaving now,

because I live in a wrong world

and I must find my way,

I need the smell of fires and horses;

nothing here can make me stay.

My home is far in the distance,

far on the other side.

My friends are hunters and warriors,

with them I want to ride.

I just can´t stand the world around me

because it´s not a part of me;

the endless woods and snowy mountains,

there I feel warm and I feel free.

So don´t try to keep me

cause my soul will travel on

until it reachs what my body can´t reach:

the silver land behind the sun.

And there I´ll join the hunters´ ride

and there my heart will always be;

don´t try to keep me in your world

cause your world´s not a part of me.

It is time for me to leave,

hand me my wooden bow;

I´m crying bitter tears,

so I´m better leaving now...