VIKING - THE WARRIORS' CALL
[For Faith, Folk and Europe]
		
Dm
It is the warriors' call
Dm
tonight we're leaving home
	F       C      Dm
don't cry my little boy

Dm
When you will grow old 
Dm
you'll have my shining sword
	F           C       Dm
you'll beat hard in the storm


F		C
If I die in the battle
      Dm		     Am
my beloved wife take this boy in your hands
F			      C
And embrace him on your breast
	Dm         C
and embrace him on your breast


Dm
It is the warriors call
Dm
the sound comes from the horn

the wound will never close

Dm
A place of blood and hope
Dm
the flames are burning tall
	F          C      Dm
comrades we'll never fall


F		C
If I die in the battle
      Dm		   Am
my beloved wife I'll protect you like spirits do
F			  C
I'll embrace you in my eyes


	Dm      C
I'll embrace you in my eyes


Bb		C
Hey raise your head
F			
I don't want you to despair
Dm
I want to see a smile
Bb		C
I will bring you warm nights of spring
F
then you can rest and see our world
Dm
bloom.
Bb		C
Hey raise your head
Bb		   C
please, raise your head

(flute solo)

Dm
It is the warriors' call
Dm
tonight we're leaving home
	F      C      Dm
don't cry my little boy   2x

	F      C      Dm
don't cry my little boy   3x

	F      C      D
don't cry my little boy   3x