There was a time, when I visited you.
With wide open arms, you took me in.
Your mountains stood tall and strong,
And the song of the waves, made
the finest tone and rhythm.
Short-lived were the times we had,
but the memories and pictures will never go away.
(in) The land where the clouds kiss the mountains,
Where the flowers tremble and
fishing boats decorate the sea as the evening descends.
Vågakallen stood guard for us,
Whilst the cormorants were screeching and the mosquitoes were fighting.
We danced in a circle, until soaked in sweat.
"Goodnight", yawned the sun and
sank into the ocean and disappeared.
There was a time, when I visited you.
With wide open arms, you took me in.
Now that land is distant from here,
and I am alone
with memories that seem just from the other day.
This song is written by Øystein Spjelkavik.
It is a picturesque description of a visit in the Lofoten traditional district of Noway.