Martin

Will you go to Oslo, Martin?
Will you go to old Norway?
Will you meet your true love, Martin,
Standing on the Quay?
Will you kiss her? Will you hold her?
Retell the love you've often told her?
They say love is warmer, winter colder,
There in Old Norway.

And will you bring your truelove homeward, Martin,
Back from old Norway,
To the northern California coastline
Cities by the bay?
Will you woo her? Will you try her?
Or will you lasso and hogtie her?
Or maybe money's what would buy her
Back from old Norway.

Now I see you're staying, Martin,
There in old Norway.
Lots of changes for you, Martin,
Things to learn to say.
It takes a strong heart to endeavor
Ties to family hard to sever,
But you're the one both kind and clever
There in old Norway.

Yes I've met Camilla, Martin,
The girl from old Norway.
I must admit, dear nephew Martin,
She's so tres enchantée.
Stepped as lightly as a feather.
You just looked proud and right together.
An ocean couldn't break the tether
Now you're in old Norway.

Though we'll miss you, our dear Martin,
There in old Norway,
If your heart's already there, dear Martin,
What can a loved one say?
We'll buy a brand new box of tissue,
Wait for letters that you issue.
In our hearts we hug and kiss you
There in old Norway.

Line Breaks <br> added. It took me about 30 seconds, and I had to type <br> only once to add 48 line breaks.
-Joe Offer-