The long, hard years at sea, have taken their toll on me For thirteen winters and a spring, I have been so far away So far, far away from the place I call home A place so beautiful, it's where I want to die Have you ever seen the rivers of Nyfors? Or the majestic view at the mountains of Brevik? Tyresö, you have left a mark in my heart Home... I am coming home again As I think of home, the memories burn inside of me Does my son still remember me? Does his mother recall how life used to be? Will she ever recognize this grey and scarred old man? Will I ever see her smile again? Will she meet me at the shore when my ship comes in? Mother Svea, you have left a mark in my heart So I am coming home again For home and kindred I have sailed so far For home and kindred I am coming home again.