(Turn turn)
From the mound of my kin¹,
I pulled up the words
Dug the songs
up from the earth
Wondrous tunes
rode the winds
Wardens of fate
bid me visit,
bid me view,
my own thread,
in the web of NornsThe loom is set
with threats of fate
Mighty rhymes,
strengthen bonds
Whirlwinds,
bound into spirits
Life and fortune
bred by their wordsAs you saw your first day
As you drew your first breath
Gathered around, stood nine Norns
They wound and weaved wind to lifeThere you laid in your mother’s arms,
bonded by a navel-chord
They switched it with a kind-thread
And into it spun, life and fortuneThe maidens went upon the family-mound
Danced over elves and dead
The wind is pulling them playfully
It‘s this wind that shall follow youNine Norns – rise up
wove and wound – fateOn behalf of my child, I offer gifts
So none are weaving with ill will
By stick, stone and sorcerous distaff
They spin your fate without ill intentNine Norns – hear me
guard my path
and lead with alleviating hands
and in healing footstepsBreathe in,
thoughts vanish
Breathe out,
release the fear
In every breath,
the will grows
The heart pounds
I see wide and clear(Wind in memory)
Come wind in memory
(Wind in mind)
Come wind in mind(In my courage)
Into the growing will
(In my will)
Into taming rhymes
(Let it free)
It kindles a storm,
(Let it fly)
that strangles illness and sorrow(I become whole/healed)
You become whole/healed
(I am whole/healed)
You are whole/healedI become whole/healed
I am whole/healed(Turn, turn)
Now, the Norns
have weft their tune
Their song stills,
and with it, the wind
Gifts were given
to those who listened
Here I stand
on holy grounds
and this old memory
is leaving meLeaving me
Leaving me
(Vendum, vendum)
Or vordehaugen
Drog eg ordi
Leita songar
Upp or jordi
Dreiv på vindar
Vakre viser
Lagnadsviser
Baud meg vitje
Baud meg sjå
Min eigen tråd
I NornespåRend er veven
Med ørlogstrådar
Ramme rim
Magnar banda
Kvervelvindar
Hapti hugar
Liv og lagnad
Ordi avlarSåg du din fyrste dag
Drog fyrste andedrag
Der omkring stod nornar ni
Vinda vevja, vind til livLåg du der i favn åt mor
Knytta i ei navlesnor
Bytte den med ættarband
Liv og lagnad, i det spannMøyer steig på ættarhaug
Dansa yver alv og draug
Vinden leiker, i møyer dreg
Vinden som vil fylgje degNornar nie steig fram
Vov og bandt lagnadFor min unge, eg gåver baud
Så ingen vov med ilske naud
Ved stokk ved stein ved trolletein
Spinn ei lagnad utan meinNornar nie, høyr meg
Vord min veg
Før med lindrande hender
I lækjande fotsporAndar inn, tankar svinn
Andar ut, reidsle rinn
Kvart eit drag, viljen veks
Hjarte sler, vidt eg ser(Vind i hått)
Kom vind i hått
(Vind i hugen)
Kom vind i hug(I mitt mot)
Vilje som veks
(I min vilje)
I temjande vers
(Slepp det fri)
Kveikjer ein storm
(Lar det fara)
Den kveler sott og sorg(Eg vert heil)
Du vert heil
(Eg er heil)
Du er heilEg vert heil
Eg er heil(Vendum, vendum)
No hev Nornar
Vevd si vise
Songen stillnar
Vinden med
Gåver gjevne
Til den som lytta
Her eg stende
I heilagt vé
Gamalt minne
Lemnar megLemnar meg
Lemnar meg