"Likbør" lyrics

"Likbør"

[Norwegian:]

Bondn før oppstaobeel aolaina han for, ottamaole ra va å aovabøre sto
Utn styvingen fø i huga han va, sjao jite budkapen pao Flo

Fram om Flatadn han komen va, ai bøsele folkafer han skimta
Ittekårt dao han skjøna ke so va pao fere
Hildt han seg fø bringao å ba ti vaor Herre
Ai likbør va pao veg

Bondn ondrast ken følgje fø va, dao børi kom nerare fekk han svar
Oppi kjistao laog grandn sin far, likblainke, velstelde, daue han va

Bondn taig om dinna hiska hendingi, skolde verkle dauen ta grandn sin far?
To nete gjikk å bondn fekk svar
Fø ve kvelda feetabeel henta dauen grandn sin far
Likbøri stemde
Faren va daue

[English translation:]

[Corpse Carry (Funeral Procession)]

The farmer went upwards, alone he went
It was morning and rain was pouring down
Without his son, which he loved
To look for their animals at Flo

When he to Flatendn came
He saw a gathering of people
After a while when he realized what was going on
He put his hand to the chest and prayed to our lord
A corpse carry he witnessed

He wondered for whom the gathering was
When it came closer he got the answer
Inside the coffin lay the father of Great farmer
Ghastly white, groomed, dead was he

The farmer said nothing about the dismal happening
Should Death really take the Great farmer's father?
Two nights passed and the farmer got the answer
'Cause the night after, Death took the Great farmer's father
The corpse carry was right
The father was dead


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