The long, hard yers at sea, have taken their toll on me

For thirteen winters and a spring, I have been so far away



So far, far away from the place I call home

A place so beautiful, it's where I want to die

Have you ever seen the rivers of Nyfors?

Or the majestic view at the mountains of Brevik?



Tyreso, you have left a mark in my heart

Home... I am coming home again



As I think of home, the memories burn inside of me

Does my son still remember me?

Does his mother recall how life used to be?



Will she ever recognize this grey and scarred old man?

Will I ever see her smile again?

Will she meet me at the shore when my ship comes in?



Mother Svea, you have left a mark in my heart

So I am coming home again



For home and kindred I have sailed so far

For home and kindred I am coming home again