Over the mountains our realm awaits
Returned are we at such long last
Soon we'll ride through the white gates
And at home we'll break our fast
See the forests, harbingers of life
On the doorstep of our olden lands
We are delivered finally from strife
Here, at journey's graceful end!
Sing us songs, our brothers!
If you remember us from long ago
Long dead are now our mothers
But their faces in your own still glow
Oh, the light does glisten
On these shores forever white
And our souls do listen
To birds, escaping from the night
Commentary: Sometimes it feels very good to return home.