Lyrics

Oslo Mood - Erik Haakenstad

The thought of you, the thought of me,
That day we climbed on high to see
Ships readying their sails, to fly we knew not where;
I twisted fingers in the grass to hold me there.

You turned to me and said:
“You’ll not drift from me my friend,
Though we sit upon the edge here, of the world,
Our time is in our voices, sharing, laughing;
Choices, may part us,
But we, will always find,
The song that we once sang”

Lyrics Erik Haakenstad © 2025