Three sisters sailed in the fjord
on a calm Sunday afternoon,
Clad in black and gray and hazel
and white and blue and red,
A child sings her song in the distance,
The sky now filled with rain-come-gold.
Peace.
Three sisters sailed in the fjord
on a calm Sunday afternoon,
Clad in black and gray and hazel
and white and blue and red,
A child sings her song in the distance,
The sky now filled with rain-come-gold.
Peace.