MF Ole Bull

First light on the fjord

Coffee in my hand

You pull from the harbour

Paint scraped

Proud and tan

Old ropes creak a greeting as the gulls loop and call

MF Ole Bull

You’ve seen it all

Carry me home

MF Ole Bull

Across this glass-gray water

Belly full

Of tired boots

Kids with sticky fingers

Cars in a line

You stitch these scattered shores into one long spine

Carry me home

MF Ole Bull

Carry me home tonight

Deck slick with rain

Diesel in the air

Couple in the corner

Wind in their hair

Tourists on their phones

Locals half-asleep

You rock us all gently in your rusted steel keep

Carry me home

MF Ole Bull

Across this glass-gray water

Belly full

Of tired boots

Kids with sticky fingers

Cars in a line

You stitch these scattered shores into one long spine

Carry me home

MF Ole Bull

Carry me home tonight

Someday they’ll paint you over

Give your routes a different name

But I’ll still hear your engine

Every time I see this bay

A floating little village

That vanishes at the quay

Carry me home

MF Ole Bull

Across this glass-gray water

Belly full

Of tired boots

Kids with sticky fingers

Cars in a line

You stitch these scattered shores into one long spine

Carry me home

MF Ole Bull

Carry me home tonight