Lyrics:

Skar the fire son, pet the smiling one
Woo the sleeping one, r' the crying one
H'-hviss my little one, r'-r' my crying one
Ligg-ligg my tired one, rura sleeping one

Touch a feal, you blind a must
Soft the skin of the warmest rust
Cause nothing blows in the faraway
I go away, go away past the hills, past the day
Touch a feal, you blind a must
Soft the skin of the warmest rust
Cause nothing blows in the faraway
I go away, go away past the hills, past the day