"Hej, Ho: Songs of the Nordic Skie

[Catchy Folk] [Up Beat] [Fast] Verse 1 In the land of fjords and pines, where the sun sets low, Lived a maiden fair with hair like spun gold's glow. She danced by the river, under skies so blue, Singing melodies that the wildflowers knew. [Catchy Folk] [Up Beat] [Fast] [Chorus] Hej, ho, to the hills we go, Where the birches sway and the rivers flow. Hej, ho, under Nordic skies, In the land where our spirits rise. [Catchy Folk] [Up Beat] [Fast] Verse 2 In the twilight hours, by the moonlit shore, She would sing of love and tales of yore. With a fiddle in hand and a heart so light, She would charm the stars with her songs at night. [Catchy Folk] [Up Beat] [Fast] [Chorus] Hej, ho, to the hills we go, Where the birches sway and the rivers flow. Hej, ho, under Nordic skies, In the land where our spirits rise. [Catchy Folk] [Up Beat] [Fast] Bridge From Stockholm to Gothenburg, hear the echoes ring, In every heart, her melodies sing. Through the ages, her voice remains, In the soul of Sweden, eternal refrains. [Catchy Folk] [Up Beat] [Fast] [Chorus] Hej, ho, to the hills we go, Where the birches sway and the rivers flow. Hej, ho, under Nordic skies, In the land where our spirits rise. [Catchy Folk] [Up Beat] [Fast] Outro So raise a glass to the old Swedish song, Where memories linger and dreams belong. In the land of legends and tales so grand, Our hearts beat to the rhythm of our ancient land. [Big Finale] [Big Finish] [end]