| Song | We Sold Our Homesteads |
| Artist | Falconer |
| Album | Chapters From A Vale Forlorn |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Traditional | |
| We sold our homesteads and started on our way | |
| just like the birds will fly when autumn is here to stay. | |
| One day they will return, come spring again that's when. | |
| But we will never see our native country again. | |
| At first we travelled through the English countryside | |
| on tracks and on wagons as quickly as birds would fly. | |
| It was a lovely sight to see the land at last | |
| but all the glorious sights kept flashing by too fast. | |
| And later when we came to Liverpuddlian bay | |
| the tears of regret finally started to have their say. | |
| The hearts then started burning in each and everyone | |
| we only talked of Sweden that used to be our home. | |
| We all were packed together in one unhealthy cave | |
| it was as if we'd stepped into an open grave. | |
| The food that we had brought from blessed Swedish land | |
| was suddenly forbidden and taken from our hand. | |
| And when we had been sailing for just a week or two | |
| a horrid kind of darkness was clouding our view. | |
| We couldn't see each other and hardly breathe or walk | |
| it was a gruesome anguish for all people aboard. | |
| The air was filled with hunger and drenched in wretched cries, | |
| the howling and the noises would pierce right through the skies | |
| and death became the ruler that forces us to our knees. | |
| The dead were buried in the horrid fathom of the seas. |
| zuo qu : Traditional | |
| We sold our homesteads and started on our way | |
| just like the birds will fly when autumn is here to stay. | |
| One day they will return, come spring again that' s when. | |
| But we will never see our native country again. | |
| At first we travelled through the English countryside | |
| on tracks and on wagons as quickly as birds would fly. | |
| It was a lovely sight to see the land at last | |
| but all the glorious sights kept flashing by too fast. | |
| And later when we came to Liverpuddlian bay | |
| the tears of regret finally started to have their say. | |
| The hearts then started burning in each and everyone | |
| we only talked of Sweden that used to be our home. | |
| We all were packed together in one unhealthy cave | |
| it was as if we' d stepped into an open grave. | |
| The food that we had brought from blessed Swedish land | |
| was suddenly forbidden and taken from our hand. | |
| And when we had been sailing for just a week or two | |
| a horrid kind of darkness was clouding our view. | |
| We couldn' t see each other and hardly breathe or walk | |
| it was a gruesome anguish for all people aboard. | |
| The air was filled with hunger and drenched in wretched cries, | |
| the howling and the noises would pierce right through the skies | |
| and death became the ruler that forces us to our knees. | |
| The dead were buried in the horrid fathom of the seas. |
| zuò qǔ : Traditional | |
| We sold our homesteads and started on our way | |
| just like the birds will fly when autumn is here to stay. | |
| One day they will return, come spring again that' s when. | |
| But we will never see our native country again. | |
| At first we travelled through the English countryside | |
| on tracks and on wagons as quickly as birds would fly. | |
| It was a lovely sight to see the land at last | |
| but all the glorious sights kept flashing by too fast. | |
| And later when we came to Liverpuddlian bay | |
| the tears of regret finally started to have their say. | |
| The hearts then started burning in each and everyone | |
| we only talked of Sweden that used to be our home. | |
| We all were packed together in one unhealthy cave | |
| it was as if we' d stepped into an open grave. | |
| The food that we had brought from blessed Swedish land | |
| was suddenly forbidden and taken from our hand. | |
| And when we had been sailing for just a week or two | |
| a horrid kind of darkness was clouding our view. | |
| We couldn' t see each other and hardly breathe or walk | |
| it was a gruesome anguish for all people aboard. | |
| The air was filled with hunger and drenched in wretched cries, | |
| the howling and the noises would pierce right through the skies | |
| and death became the ruler that forces us to our knees. | |
| The dead were buried in the horrid fathom of the seas. |