The Exile by Leifur Arnar published on 2017-07-15T20:24:23Z The Exile. Sun over darkness prevail. - - - Somehow it has come upon me, I've no fatherland; Though my heart with love is bounded With a lasting band To my native soil that blessed me As a growing boy, When the world its shining glory Gave me hope and joy. Never could my foster mother Take my mothers place; Always there was something lacking, She could not prelplace. I have yet to know the meaning Of her legacy, Always there's an awkward feeling 'Twixt herself and me. Valleys, inlets, mountains never Equal those I knew; Cities, coastlines,sloping landslips, Folk half foreign too. Would you hold these friends and kinsmen Every bit as dear? Can you feel the family spirit Half as deeply here? Even here the ling'ring twilight Warms the meadows green, Even here the streams meander, Rolling hills between; Here the waves in lyric singing Break along the strand, Yet somehow it has come upon me, I've no fatherland. Lyric: Stephan G Stephansson. - - - - - Acoustic Guitar – Richard White Electric Bass – Jim Morrison Electric Guitar – Gaye Delorme Harmonica – Rob Storeshaw Mandolin – David Richards Translated By – Paul Sigurdson Genre Folk & Singer-Songwriter