Holger Danske

Come back to the start
Dreaming of boats in the wild
And so mine slides
The same shadow every light
Hunting the last born child
Traveling from far away

Come back to the start
Dreaming of boats in the wild
And so mine slides
Forgive those (?) slides
Fearing the wild outside
Tinker around

Freed from the (?) spades
Wishing the warmth that's last
Traveling from far away