O glorious mountain crown'd land of the North,
thou quiet thou joyous land, I love thee,
I hail thee as fairest of lands on this earth;
Thy meadows green, the sun in heav'n above thee,
Thy meadows green, the sun in heav'n above thee. Thy throne is the mem'ry of great days of yore,
when all through the world thy name was carried,
thou art this, I know, the same as of old.
In thee I'll live, in thee I'll die, thou North Land,
In thee I'll live, in thee I'll die, thou North Land. sweden2.mid |
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