Composer: Lena Katrin Valla, Eirik-Andrè Rydningen
Lyrics
Oh oh oh
So light handed so light handed he stroke his boat
And his hands moved like small waves
He implied to me that history repeats itself
And then he turned and said to me
Oh the beacon light shines its way in the dark
Until the break of dawn
Oh the shadows of the night goes away
Like the morning dew
Home is calling
Home is calling
It never ended his dream of sailing on his own
On timeless waves and salty seas
In all kinds of weather day as night and night as day
He and his boat becoming one
Oh the beacon light shines its way in the dark
Until the break of dawn
Oh the shadows of the night goes away
Like the morning dew
Oh oh oh
Home is calling
Home is calling
Vast Atlantic Ocean
The North Star bright in the sky
He'd like to be here when he dies
In this dreamy state of mind
Oh the beacon light shines its way in the dark
Until the break of dawn
Oh the shadows of the night goes away
Like the morning dew
Oh the beacon light shines its way in the dark
Until the break of dawn
Oh the shadows of the night goes away
Like the morning dew
Oh oh oh
Home is calling
Home is calling
Home is calling
Home is calling