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...