I saw something in your eyenAs the night came down in a Nordic skynWalking in ways of summers pastnTouching other landsnThe wind filled sailsnShe stayed to make the moment lastnnThere’s nothing new beneath the sunnWe watched it risenIn morning skies of fire and winenThe boats that carried usnYoung golden livesnLeaving on a rising tidennHere we stand in ScandinavianWe stand right nownHold my soulnLet it carry men