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