Where western waves were all unknown And western fields unsown When Iceland was the outmost bound That Viking keels had found Where Western Waves Were All Unknown (All Unknown) Gunbiorn then Ulf Kraka's son Was forced west to run By furious gales, and there saw land Stretching on either hand Eric, of Iceland, called the Red Heard of the news and said 'This western land I'll go and see Three summers hence look out Look out for me. ' Vestur Vestur A wondrous land is this, said he And called it Greenland of the Sea Then searched the coast both far and wide Then back to Iceland o'er the tide Twenty-and-five great ships sailed west To claim this gem on ocean's breast With man and woman, horn and hoof And begging for the homestead roof Some turned back in heart but mice Some sank amid the northern ice Half reached land in much distress At Ericsford and Herulfness Then Leif the son of Eric rose And straightway to Biarne goes Buys up his ship, takes all his men Fares forth to seek that land again Vestur Where western waves were all unknown Vestur (Who will sing of me?) Leif found the land, discovered more And spent a winter on the shore Named Hella-land and Mark-land too And saw an island sweet with dew! And grapes with great abundance found So named it Vinland all around But after that forsook the shore And north again for Greenland bore And now we cross the moonlit seas To search this land of grapes and trees With men and cattle not a few And household gear and weapons too And, best of all, with women dear To comfort, counsel, check, and cheer Thus far we've made a prosperous way God speed us onward every day! Vestur Vestur Vestur Vestur