Gone are the days of Hats and Caps
The miners have stood down
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Vikings and farmers one and all
Occasionally there are rats
Killing in peaceful town
But vikings, farmers still stand tall
Someday all strife may cease
Dalarna's wooden horses
Majestic and mystique
Four hundred year tradition
By children carried on
Train stops at Stockholm station
Young Olav steps into the street
Short walk to Drottninggatan
And he stands right by that store
There's flowers from a grieving nation
They mourn but won't be beat
A wooden horse out of his pocket
He sets between the flowers on the floor
One of Dalarna's wooden horses
Majestic and mystique
Four hundred year tradition
By children carried on
My daddy made this for me, Olav says
He finished it the day before
He went peacekeeping in the Middle East
It's been ten years, he won't be back I know
Please take my prized possession
Brave warriors of peace
And when you meet him in Valhalla
Just say I'm Olav and I miss him so
This wooden Dalahäst
Majestic and mystique
Will fall apart someday
But not in my memory.
