Norway, far away in Norway,
There I found the idol of my heart;
My thoughts all are drifting your way,
I love you, still though we’re apart.
When I sailed away from Norway,
I could hardly say “Goodbye,”
For when I saw you standing in the doorway,
My heart just seemed to cry, “My Darling!
Thelma, Thelma, how I love you,”
After all is said and done,
I’ll return some day to Norway
And the Land of the Midnight Sun.
Nighttime, always in the nighttime,
That is when I miss you most of all;
I pine for your Northern lighttime,
I seem to hear your distant call.
Fisher, Fred and McCarthy, Joseph, "Norway, the Land of the Midnight Sun" (1915). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1674.
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