The ballad of Hildur Guðnadóttir
Written by Jesse Rómlárson

A string hums low
Sweet wood
Gentle bow
Where echoes stood

She calls the air
To sing again
Each sound
A fragile thread

The movement of your hands
A dance of sound that softly expands
Every note dances in your mind
Your melodies sad but kind

You are majestic!
Like the auroras
In the coldest nights,
Hildur you are my warm light

The bow rises
It moves slowly
The cello listens
A woman whispers

Icelandic flower
In the Borealis
Your soft body
The shape of a cello

Your notes linger
Now I am lost
You are for me
Forever gone

The movement of your…
In the Borealis
Your soft body
The shape of a cello

Your notes linger
Now I am lost
You are for me
Forever gone…