(Music & Lyrics: Martin Schaub)

This is the final cut
A ship has sailed and a door is shut
Silent we stand to see
The fading lights of what used to be
Every single little detail
Is burnt into my memory now
The solemn stance of the old fortress
The firmness of Orlando’s prow
How Vinga lighthouse takes a bow

So farewell to you, fair Sweden
Now the time has come to part
We are sailing west of Eden
For to make a brand new start
But I always will remember
Icy winters, summers blue
Not a single night will pass
When I don’t dream of you

This is the final hour
The last we see of a world that’s ours
Let go of ties that bind
Who we once were must be left behind
Somewhere far across the ocean
Songs are waiting to be sung
New horizons and traditions
Foreign sounds upon my tongue
A final cut can’t be undone

So farewell to you, fair Sweden
Now the time has come to part
We are sailing west of Eden
For to make a brand new start
But I always will remember
Icy winters, summers blue
Not a single night will pass
When I don’t dream of you