Mourning in Song

I attended a funeral this weekend of a lodge member, who was a super nice lady. Joyce was always a hard worker at lodge and always had a positive, upbeat attitude.
It was a nice service with all of the usual remembrances, etc. There was the usual sniffing here and there, but when Harry played "Hils fra meg der hjemme" on his accordian, everyone just lost it. At least those of us who speak Norwegian.
I have often thought I wanted this song played when I die - which I hope is a LONG time from now. I hope I don't slaughter the translation too badly.
It's about a lonely sailor, away at sea, missing his family. He sees a flock of birds flying north and asks them to greet those at home from him. Greet my father and mother, greet the green pastures and the stark fjord. If I had wings, I'd fly home with you. Greet them, greet from me.