So far away from my home, sweet home,
Day by day, from land to land I roam.
Though told by the wind, which way to go,
Oh how I long for my home, sweet home.
Boađe ruoktot álo godon dovddat duski,
Boađe ruoktot álo godon dovddat váivvi.
Du ruoktu vuordá du álo,
Du ruoktu vuordá du álo.
Fragrant blossoms blooming far away,
Do my folks see them as I did long ago?
Are they still joyful, are they young at heart?
Will I see them again as I did that day?
How far I've come from my childhood home?
There will come a time when my troubles are gone,
And when I shall not be all alone.
Till then, I dream of my home, sweet home.