Fjord of My Own

[Intro]

[Hardanger fiddle bloom

Long overtone swell]

Wind over white stone

Ice in my open hands

I stand at the edge of the world

Listening

[Verse 1]

Raven on the black pine

Watching while the day turns thin

Snow breath on my bare face

Old songs in my pale skin

I walk where the sea froze

Blue glass under tired boots

Every step a hollow drum

Beating under buried roots

[Chorus]

Here on a fjord of my own

I call and the cold calls back

My name breaks

My name falls

Soft in the wide

White black

I sing to the still

Steel sky

Let it carve through bone and stone

If no one answers my cry

I’m not afraid

To be alone

[Verse 2]

Church bell in the far fog

One note on a distant hill

I hold it like a lantern

Shaking

But it burns still

Wolf tracks in the moon crust

Lead me where the cliffs grow sheer

I hum to the empty air

Till the emptiness feels near

[Chorus]

Here on a fjord of my own

I call and the cold calls back

My name breaks

My name falls

Soft in the wide

White black

I sing to the still

Steel sky

Let it carve through bone and stone

If no one answers my cry

I’m not afraid

To be alone

[Bridge]

[Frame drum deepens

Vocal soars in wordless keening]

(ho-oy yaa…)

Wordless over white fields

(ya lai laa…)

High above the dark sound

I give every hidden wound

To the air

To the ground

[Chorus]

Here on a fjord of my own

I call and the cold calls back

My name breaks

My name falls

Soft in the wide

White black

I sing to the still

Steel sky

Let it carve through bone and stone

If no one answers my cry

I am the hymn

Of being alone