Turið Torkilsdóttir (en inglés)

Turið Torkilsdóttir
The water runs of high mountains
And along sharp rocks
So painfull it is to love him
Who doesn't love you back

The days goes by, the night comes
Darkness falls on fair ground
Tomarrow let us saddle the horses for a race
"Your land is so unpleasant
For there is bad weather and wind.
Much better it is in the mountains of Norway
To stay here in love with me."
She followed him so far on his way
Until paths went separate ways.
"When I turn away from you now
It is against my will."
Turið sits in the mountains of Norway
She invokes harm and pain
So mournfull she fells bloody tears
Down both her arms
The days goes by, the night comes
Darkness falls on fair ground
Tomorrow let us saddle the horses for a race