The Leif Erikson

Whistling wind and surging sea

the waters of the North

Power penetrates through me

like Viking songs of yore.

I Cry to the spirits of the wind and sky over me

to guide my ship as we sail over the sea

Like Viking sailors before us

who sailed east and west

Crossing the sea in their tiny ships

Defying the strong arm of death.

A thousand years ago Leif Erikson

came to this land

We remember his life with a Viking ship

That sailed his course again

Resting now on the distant shore

Neither dream nor memory fades

Still the song of the Viking is sung