The waves keep rolling in
But nothing follows them
My father's boat is mine
These waters knew his name
I cast the lines today
But something's not the same
The nets come back empty
Ancient ways fade to sea
Garnene er tomme nå
Havet tar alt vi ga
Forfedre ser på meg
Tradisjoner forsvinner
Alt er forandret nå
Listen old spirit of the sea
Why have you turned away from me?
Every morning I return
Every evening I still yearn
For the life my father knew
For the wisdom coming through
But the harbor's changing fast
Modern ships are built to last
While my wooden boat decays
Empty nets mark empty days
Empty nets, empty nets, empty nets again
The nets come back empty
Ancient ways fade to sea
Garnene er tomme nå
Havet tar alt vi ga
Forfedre ser på meg
Tradisjoner forsvinner
Alt er forandret nå
The nets come back empty
Empty nets haunt my dreams
Empty nets tell their truth
Empty nets, empty me