Lovise Lind - Halvdan Sivertsen

Du ser ho stå ved Svolvær havn, førr evig vendt mot hav

Æ fant ho rissa inn i stein, på ei gammel grav

Og æ hilse dæ Lovise Lind og dine glemte år

Du ligg aleina

Blandt vindskeive steina

Men du sto brud en vår

Du ligg aleina

Blandt vindskeive steina

Men du sto brud en vår

Johannes og Lovise Lind, en skipper og hans fru

Du hviska ja først blygt så hett, og lykkelig va du

Og da havet tok han va det mere enn du kunn forstå

Du gikk og venta

Mens dine små jenta

Lært`minstemann å gå

Du gikk og venta

Mens dine små jenta

Lært`minstemann å gå

På kirkegården ved kysten

Finns det ikke mange menn

Og savnet søng i gresset

Og minnan går igjen

Og støtta di Lovise Lind, ho står som steina flest

Som om de lytta eller ser, utover mot vest

Der en sønn, en far, en bror eller en elsker gikk i hav

Og æ går langs benkan

Ser ungan og enkan

Og sorgan grav ved grav

Æ går langs benkan

Ser ungan og enkan

Og sorgan grav ved grav

Og savnet søng i gresset

Og minnan går igjen

På kirkegården ved kysten

Finns det ikke mange menn

You see her standing by Svolvær harbour, forever facing the sea

He found it carved into stone, on an old grave

And I salute dæ Lovise Lind and your forgotten years

You are alone

Among the windswept rocks

But you stood bride one spring

You are alone

Among the windswept rocks

But you stood bride one spring

Johannes and Lovise Lind, a skipper and his wife

You whispered yes at first shyly so hot, and happy were you

And when the sea took him, it was more than you could understand

You went and waited

While your little girl

Learned how to walk

You went and waited

While your little girl

Learned how to walk

In the cemetery by the coast

There aren't many men

And missed singing in the grass

And the memory goes again

And support Lovise Lind, she stands like most rocks

As if they were listening or watching, out to the west

Where a son, a father, a brother or a lover went to sea

And I walk along the bench

Looking young and widow

And sorgan grave by grave

Æ walks along the bench

Looking young and widow

And sorgan grave by grave

And missed singing in the grass

And the memory goes again

In the cemetery by the coast

There aren't many men