[singer A] Hiraeth… Hiraeth… Hiraeth in my body… Hiraeth in my bones… My Hanne… my Hanne-mine… Can I find the recipe? Pickled cucumbers again? Sun-warmed jars… dill sprigs… Time… naivety… eagerness… We swam in Rebild… deep spring… Held each other… head to head… Words… unnecessary… gone… Cheek kisses… silent pact… Unconditional love… [transition] [singer B] Hiraeth in my body (echo: in my body) Hiraeth in my bones (echo: in my bones) Hiraeth in my body (echo: in my body) Hiraeth in my bones (echo: in my bones) My Lone… who tried to care for me… Too young… too raw… Too busy falling… rising again… “Remember… you won’t be given more than you can bear…” Now I feel the weight… I am a tough woman… I think of Lone… Glass jars… full of sunshine… Pickled cucumbers… storing time… Some spoke Danish… I no longer wish to pickle… No longer wish to pickle… [instrumental] [singer A] Hiraeth in my body (echo: body…) Hiraeth in my bones (echo: bones…) Hiraeth in my body (echo: body…) Hiraeth in my bones (echo: bones…) Still walking with me… Hiraeth… Hiraeth… Still walking with me…
