L'Anse Aux Meadows Lyrics

We arrive on western shores

A land foretold in ancient lore

We dock our longships and disembark

These men from Iceland and Denmark

Under leadership of Leif the Lucky

We established an outpost

In this realm that we name Vinland

On the eastern North American coast

We made contact with a people

Native to this misty rock

Conflict erupted between us

Vikings fighting the Beothuk

Combat and raids unceasing

Settlement plagued by a curse

Are we to abandon our homestead?

How can this voyage get any worse?

Worse!

Worse!

Across the stormy seas we sailed

To lands we intended to avail

But the winter was so harsh

And the soil nothing but marsh

To and fro we fought the climate

But our excursion was not to last

Abandoned, we returned to Greenland

Left behind, a relic of the past

Death comes for us all

L'Anse Aux Meadows doomed to fall

Struggling all for naught

Destined for famine and rot