Mitt Land

We are like people, a beauty so free, and calm in quiet evenings. For you are the song that sings in me, the tune that never dies. For you are my country, I will never forget you. I can hear you calling me home again. In times when the distance seems too long, to a country with blooming angels. Then we carry hope for strength in your song. You live in our hearts for a long time. For you are the song that sings in me, the tune that never dies. For you are my country, I will never forget you. I can hear you calling me home again. One day I will come again, and I will see your heaven and holy day. When you care for me, my heart is at peace. All is well in your halls. For you are my country, I will never forget you.