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