A thousand years ago, across the northern seas,
Erik the Red sailed with courage and unease.
Exiled from Norway, seeking new land's grace,
Greenland was the refuge, but fate had a different place.
Vinland, oh Vinland, where the Norse did roam,
In the land of meadows green, they sought a second home.
Vinland, oh Vinland, where rivers flowed so free,
With hopes and dreams, they crossed the ancient sea.
Leif Erikson, brave and bold, set forth with guiding light,
Passed Helluland and Markland, in the endless northern night.
Reached a land of promise, with forests rich and grand,
Called it Vinland, paradise found, in this new and fertile land.
Vinland, oh Vinland, where the Norse did roam,
In the land of meadows green, they sought a second home.
Vinland, oh Vinland, where rivers flowed so free,
With hopes and dreams, they crossed the ancient sea.
At L'Anse aux Meadows, they built with sod and timber high,
A base camp for their ventures, beneath the northern sky.
They traded with the Greenland, brought families, livestock too,
But the winds of change did whisper, as seasons swiftly flew.
Contact with the Beothuk, and others from the past,
Cultures intertwined, though the Norse would never last.
For ten years they lingered, in the echoes of the breeze,
Vinland's promise faded, but history's song still frees.
Vinland, oh Vinland, where the Norse did roam,
In the land of meadows green, they sought a second home.
Vinland, oh Vinland, where rivers flowed so free,
With hopes and dreams, they crossed the ancient sea.
Today we tell their story, where the Viking fires burned,
In the sagas and the ruins, their legacy has turned.
Vinland, oh Vinland, your tales will ever sing,
Of the Norsemen and their journey, and the hope they tried to bring.