The islander slips into hiding And takes to his heels Out of dark Northland The murky house of Sara He whirled out of doors as snow Arrives as smoke in the yard To flee from bad deeds

There he had to become someone else He must change his shape As an eagle he swept up

Wanted to soar heavenward The sun burnt his cheeks The moon lit his brows

Wanted to soar heavenward The sun burnt his cheeks The moon lit his brows

The islander slips into hiding And takes to his heels Out of dark Northland The murky house of Sara