Moldin lyrics by Olöf Arnalds. Fellur regn á jördina og mig Vætir gras sem grær og grær yfir Vorid kom og vorid kom ad vanda Kom med ferdavedrid fyrir þig...
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Fellur regn á jördina og mig
Vætir gras sem grær og grær yfir
Vorid kom og vorid kom ad vanda
Kom med ferdavedrid fyrir þig
Stráin stingast upp of innudir
Stilli hjartans strengi í fimmundir
Stefid gengur nidur, gengur nidur
Frid ég finn sem fann ég ekki fyrr
Hjarta mitt opnar veginn þinn
Ég af mold ad mold á ný ég verd
Verd af því vid erum till þess gerd
Ad koma og fara og koma till ad fara
Líka þú minn kæri, góda ferd
Fljúg mót sólu jördu frá
Ástarvængjum fljúgdu á
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