Hardanger Bow

The sky is a Norwegian blue, The sun seems to hang just under the moon Deep in the valleys, somewhere below... She plays her Hardanger bow. They say she's a princess once turned to stone, And nothing can save her, save love alone She lives in the rivers, the forests, the snow... And plays her Hardanger bow. It rings from the mountains, sings to the sea, Across the wide fjord, it is calling to me She weaves it so gently, reels me in slow... Till I dance to her Hardanger bow. I've watched her pluck cloudberries then disappear - She lets me get close but never too near Where does she go does nobody know... To play her Hardanger bow? It rings from the mountains, sings to the sea, Across the wide fjord, it is calling to me She weaves it so gently, reels me in slow... And I dance to her Hardanger bow. Sometimes, in winter, when the cold Artics blow, She cries in the wind...she plays soft and low Her music still haunts me wherever I go... I still hear her Hardanger bow. It rings from the mountains, sings to the sea, Across the wide fjord, it is calling to me She weaves it so gently, reels me in slow, I still dance to her Hardanger bow. Oh, it rings from the mountains, sings to the sea Across the wide fjord, it is calling to me, She weaves it so gently, reels me in slow, I still dance to her Hardanger bow Still dance to her Hardanger bow.