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...