Rinn du Jore som tiden har flytt
Flow, Jore, as the time that has run away
om våren rusar så strid
If spring is rushing, then fight
vita blommor de smyckar din strand
White flowers adorns your beach
fridfullt flyter mot forsens brus
Peacefully flows to the rapid's hum
Mörka höljor, svarta djup
Dark shrouds, black depths
vad där döljas, barnatro vid Jore å, vid Jore å
What is hidden there, children's belief
Öring vakar i strömmens ljuva lek
Trout watches in the stream's sweet play
under alens gröna löv
Underneath the alder's green leaves
skygga skuggor mot järnröd sand
Timid shadows on iron red sand
kvarnsten minner din ström av kraft
Millstone remembers your stream of power
Mörka höljor, svarta djup
Dark shrouds, black depths
vad där döljas, barnatro vid Jore å, vid Jore å
What is hidden there, children's belief
Björkar vajar i morgonens ljumma bris
Birches wave in the tepid morning breeze
dagen gryr och återföds
The dawn is breaking and the day is born again
sida vid sida vi vandrar välkänd stig
Side by side we wander a well known path
ned i dalen mot barndoms å
Down in the valley to childhood's river
Mörka höljor, svarta djup
Dark shrouds, black depths
vad där döljas, barnatro vid Jore å, vid Jore å
What is hidden there, children's belief