In the morning you will breahte
and in the evening you ll believe
no more cramping in your style
no more dampening your smile
Oh her house is homemade
but she s leaving this island
oh, will you row
or with a sail and a wind
will you go?
Over the roadless land
your world curves towards me
you came sailing across
not relaying your loss
Oh I ve waited so long
my childish writing is stil there
after all east house to Norway
aeroplane through the rain
Oh her home is handmade
but she s leaving this island
oh, will you row
or with a sail and a wind
will you go?