THE TRUE VALUE OF A COIN

By ice cold water under northern light  

Lay a small island with a family of five 

The war took more than lives on our frozen lands 

Grandpa rebuilt this house with his strong hands        

 

My grandma darned garments by the fire

through the winter cold                         
As spring brought renewal those hand-me-down clothes were never old      
 
When I feel empty with a full house         
I'm thankful to those who built this farm 
The dreams you had for us were built on love, the virtue of toil  

and the true value of a coin 

 

'Round my family table we'd stopped saying grace 

Somehow forgotten how the food got to our plates 
I looked in the mirror, saw my grandfather's eyes 
Remember he told me life can turn on a dime 
  

The knowledge we've lost can't be bought anymore 

The hands I was born with hardly remember what they're for 

 
When I feel empty with a full house         
I'm thankful to those who built this farm 
The dreams you had for us were built on love, the virtue of toil  

and the true value of a coin 

When I feel empty with a full house         
I'm thankful to those who built this farm 
The dreams you had for us were built on love, the virtue of toil  

and the true value of a coin 

Lyrics: Sigrid Elise Fossan, Astrid Marie Fossan, Jeff Wasserman

Music: Sigrid Elise Fossan, Hugo Risdal