| Rinn du Jore som tiden har flytt
| Run you Jore as time has flown
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| Om våren rusar så strid
| In the spring rushes so battle
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| Vita blommor de smyckar din strand
| White flowers they adorn your beach
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| Fridfullt flyter mot forsens brus
| Peacefully flows against the roar of the rapids
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| Mörka höljor, svarta djup
| Dark casings, black depths
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| Vad där döljas, barnatro vid Jore å, vid Jore å
| What is hidden there, child belief at Jore å, at Jore å
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| Öring vakar i strömmens ljuva lek
| Trout watch in the sweet play of the current
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| Under alens gröna löv
| Under the green leaves of the ale
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| Skygga skuggor mot järnröd sand
| Shadow shadows against iron red sand
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| Kvarnsten minner din ström av kraft
| The millstone reminds your stream of power
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| Mörka höljor, svarta djup
| Dark casings, black depths
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| Vad där döljas, barnatro vid Jore å, vid Jore å
| What is hidden there, child belief at Jore å, at Jore å
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| Björkar vajar i morgonens ljumma bris
| Birches sway in the warm breeze of the morning
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| Dagen gryr och återföds
| The day dawns and is reborn
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| Sida vid sida vi vandrar välkänd stig
| Side by side we walk well-known path
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| Ned i dalen mot barndoms å
| Down in the valley towards the childhood river
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| Mörka höljor, svarta djup
| Dark casings, black depths
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| Vad där döljas, barnatro vid Jore å, vid Jore å | What is hidden there, child belief at Jore å, at Jore å |