Should a tourist over the great mountains get lost,
The Norseman is always a genial host;
The great yulelog in the neat fireplace,
Is lighting the bonde’s red, rugged face;
He is rubbing his hands, how cold the weather,
It is time we must go to kirke together;
The bell in the church tower, over the hill,
Is ringing, Peace on Earth, to men good will,
Good Will,
Good Will.
Our Flag.
Father in heaven above,
We offer prayers and love,
For this great land;
Help us to understand
Thy will on ev’ry hand,
This grand and beauteous land
We love so well.
Our banners float on high,
Far in the eastern sky,
Far in the west;
We thank thee for our clime,
Lovely and grand, sublime;
For men of olden time,
Peaceful at rest.
Red, white and blue, my pride,
Furl it on every side;
My love for thee
Stand for the right always,
Stand for the truth, we say;
Honored and blessed, we pray,
Lov’d blessed land.
Our valleys and our hills,
Our land with products fills
Our grateful hearts;
Long may this love abide
With us from side to side.
Red, white and blue, my pride
God bless our land.
Love Is a Blossom.
Love is a blossom that blooms in the heart;
The least little jar, it may fall apart.
This blossom is blue, like the heavens above,
Truly the world is full of love.
One naughty word the heart doth sear,
These are the things that one should fear.