Holidays in Norway
Sure were a lot of fun
And we stared at the sun
For a while

But now the world has become
One big amusement park
I’d rather stay in the dark
For a while

The tocsin is ringing
On the summer breeze
The orchard is singing
You kneel beneath the trees

You moved the table
Then you moved the chairs
So that me and the band
Were able to play

But now a four-lane highway
Splits the village in two
We might work in the shade
For a while

The tocsin is ringing
On the summer breeze
The orchard is singing
You kneel beneath the trees

Holidays in Norway
Sure were a lot of fun
And we stared at the sun
For a while

But now the world has become
One big amusement park
I’d rather stay in the dark
For a while