VIKING - THE WARRIORS' CALL
[For Faith, Folk and Europe]
Dm
It is the warriors' call
Dm
tonight we're leaving home
F C Dm
don't cry my little boy
Dm
When you will grow old
Dm
you'll have my shining sword
F C Dm
you'll beat hard in the storm
FC
If I die in the battle
Dm Am
my beloved wife take this boy in your hands
F C
And embrace him on your breast
Dm C
and embrace him on your breast
Dm
It is the warriors call
Dm
the sound comes from the horn
the wound will never close
Dm
A place of blood and hope
Dm
the flames are burning tall
F C Dm
comrades we'll never fall
FC
If I die in the battle
Dm Am
my beloved wife I'll protect you like spirits do
F C
I'll embrace you in my eyes
Dm C
I'll embrace you in my eyes
BbC
Hey raise your head
F
I don't want you to despair
Dm
I want to see a smile
BbC
I will bring you warm nights of spring
F
then you can rest and see our world
Dm
bloom.
BbC
Hey raise your head
Bb C
please, raise your head
(flute solo)
Dm
It is the warriors' call
Dm
tonight we're leaving home
F C Dm
don't cry my little boy 2x
F C Dm
don't cry my little boy 3x
F C D
don't cry my little boy 3x
