paroles de chanson Lavur Riddararós - Tyr
Hvørt
skal
tú
riða,
Ólavur
mín
á
lofti
hongur
brynja
tín
Tú
fer
ikki
at
veiða
tað
hind
men
tú
fer
til
tína
leikalind
Hvit
er
skjúrtan,
væl
er
hon
tvigin
í
blóði
verður
hon
av
tær
drigin
Ólavur
snúðist
síni
móður
frá
Gud
gevi
ikki
ganga
sum
mær
er
spáad
Ungir
kallar,
kátir
kallar,
gangið
upp
á
gólv
dansið
lystilig
Ólavur
ríður
eftir
bjørgunum
fram
-kol
og
smiður
við
fann
hann
upp
á
eitt
álvarann
Út
kom
eitt
tað
álvafljóð
flættað
hár
á
herðar
dró
Ver
vælkomin
Ólavur
Riddararós
tú
gakk
í
dans
og
kvøð
fyri
oss
Tú
tarvt
ikki
flætta
títt
hár
fyri
meg
eg
eri
ikki
komin
at
biðja
teg
Solo:
Heri
Joensen
Eg
kann
ikki
meira
hjá
álvum
vera
í
morgin
lati
eg
mítt
brúdleyp
gera
Hvat
heldur
vilt
tú
sjey
vetur
liggja
á
strá
ella
vilt
tú
í
morgin
til
moldar
gá
Hon
skonti
honum
í
drykkjuhorn
har
fór
í
tað
eiturkorn
Ólavur
studdist
við
saðilboga
-kol
og
smiður
við
hann
kysti
tá
moy
av
lítlum
huga
Ungir
kallar,
kátir
kallar,
gangið
upp
á
gólv
dansið
lystilig
Olaf
Knightrose
Where
are
you
going,
Olaf
your
armour
hangs
in
the
attic
You
are
not
going
to
hunt
for
deer
you
are
going
to
your
mistress
White
is
your
shirt,
well
has
it
been
washed
It
will
be
taken
of
you
in
blood
Olav
turned
away
from
his
mother
God
grant
that
it
does
not
go
as
it
has
been
foretold
Young
lads,
happy
lads,
step
up
on
the
floor
dance
merrily
Olaf
rides
along
the
mountains
-with
coal
and
smith
He
came
upon
an
elven
house
Out
came
an
elven
maiden
Plaided
hair
on
shoulders
lay
Be
welcome
Olaf
Knightrose
come
to
the
dance
and
sing
for
us
You
need
not
plaid
your
hair
for
me
I
have
not
come
to
ask
for
you
I
can
no
longer
stay
with
the
elves
for
tomorrow
I
will
wed
What
would
you
rather,
lie
ill
for
seven
winters
or
be
buried
tomorrow
She
filled
him
a
drinkinghorn
in
it
went
a
grain
of
poison
Olaf
leaned
on
the
saddlebow
-with
coal
and
smith
as
he
reluctantly
kissed
the
maiden
Young
lads,
happy
lads,
step
up
on
the
floor
dance
merrily
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