Sea-birds

M. Brahe

Fly, fly, from the sea to the sky,

Dipping and turning above the foam;

Fly, fly!

Fly free from the sky to the sea,

Fly free with a welcome for me,

And bring me a message from home.

Red, red, sinks the sun to his bed,

Crimson the sea and the sky above;

Fly. fly!

Fly low with your wings like the snow,

Low, low in the westering glow,

And bring me a message of love.

From the far away home where my thoughts ever go

Bring me a message of love