1.
In Denmark I was born, ´tis where my home is,
From there my roots, and there my world extend.
You Danish tongue, as soft as Mother's voice is,
With you my heartbeats O so sweetly blend.
You windswept Danish strand,
Where ancient chieftain's barrow.
Stands close to apple orchard, hop and mallow,
|:'Tis you I love:|
- Denmark, my native land!
2.
O were does summer strew her bed all over
With lovelier flowers than here, by open strand?
Where shines the silver moon on field of clover
so bright as in the beech's native land?
You winswept Danish strand,
Where Dannebrog is waving,
You came - O flag - from God, our foes outbraving!
|:´Tis you I love:|
- Denmark, my native land!
3.
One day all Nordic lands were in your power
And England too - no longer your domains.
A tiny land, but in the world you tower
There ring the song and chisel of the Danes.
You windswept Danish strand!
The plougshare finds past treasure;
God bless your future too in golden measure!
|:T'is you I love:|
- Denmark, my native land!
4.
You land where I was born, and where my home is,
From where my roots derive, my world extends,
Where language is as soft as Mother's voice is,
And with my heartbeats like sweet music blends.
You windswept Danish strand
For swans to build their nest in,
Green island home on earth, for heart to rest in,
|:'Tis you I love:|
- Denmark, my native land!