Alf - Erik Bye

Det gjekk en kjempe gjennom læinjet

og hain va' ydmjuk om han va' stor

Hain trådde varsomt på væg og vidde,

og hain fór itte med store ord.

Og itte veit je, men jammen trur jeg,

at han var redd for å setta spor.

Men spora sto der,

og spora står der,

og i dom blømer ein sommardag.

I æille lier, på æille stier,

der kan du kjinne hass andedrag.

Og itte veit je, men jammen trur jeg,

vi vart eit varmere folkeslag.

Hain gjorde sliten, men rak i ryggen,

han tente lys over gråbeinskveld (?)

Hain sang for æille, men helst for unga,

og dom veit best at’n Alf var tell.

Og itte trur je, men jammen VEIT JE,

om han er borte, så lever’n vel.

(Fann ikkje tekst på internett, så har skreve ned det eg har høyrt — gjerne

korriger det som er feil)

A giant went through the leeward jet

and he was humble if he was great

Hain stepped cautiously on wall and expanse,

and the rooster went away with great words.

And you don't know, but I think so,

that he was afraid to leave a mark.

But the tracks were there,

and the tracks are there,

and in them a summer day blooms.

In æille lier, on æille paths,

there you can smell his breath.

And you don't know, but I think so,

we were a warmer people.

Hain made tired but straight in the back,

he lit a candle over gray bone evening (?)

Hain sang for the old, but preferably for the young,

and they know best that an Alf was a count.

And you don't think, but you KNOW,

if he is gone, he is alive.

(Couldn't find text on the internet, so I've written down what I've heard - please

correct what is wrong)