I am weary of the mountains,
  The barren plains and lone,
And dismal chasms of the winds
  Where fettered demons groan;
I am weary of the forests
  And the wolves that howl by night,
For I love the singing of the swans
  Upon the ocean bright,
The flash of oars on boundless seas
  And billows plunging white.

O never mine eyes are closed in sleep
  On my lonesome couch by the sea,
For the clamour the restless seagulls keep
  Is weary and strange to me.
I pine for my mountains free, and the woods,
  For the snow-clad plains and the chase;
And I hate the cold-lipped shore that broods
  In the shifting sea's embrace.

So Skade parted with Njord and went towards her ancient home, from which she never returned.