Litløya (meaning "Little island") is a small island in the municipality of Bø in Nordland county, Norway. It is part of the Vesterålen archipelago, about 6 kilometres (3.7 mi) southwest of the village of Bø on the coast of Langøya island. The 0.67-square-kilometre (0.26 sq mi) island is best known for the Litløy Lighthouse located on the western part of the island. Its highest point is the 103-metre (338 ft) tall «Litløytinden».
From the Middle Ages until the 20th century the island, together with its neighbour Gaukværøya, was a busy seaport and centre for local fishermen.
There were 71 inhabitants registered on Litløya in 1865. Fishing was their main commerce and when the cod arrived in springtime many regional neighbours came flocking to take part. In 1895, there were 875 fishermen registered at Litløya and Gaukværøya, in 1890 there were 880 registered. These numbers probably includes fishermen from other municipalities.
Once inhabitants on the "mainland" (the large Langøya island) got electricity, water, and phone connections and boats became motorised, many inhabitants left the islands for a more comfortable life. Those who stayed on the island were offered government support to move to the "mainland" in the 1950s. Since then, the island has been virtually uninhabited and some remains of the houses still exist. Currently, the island's only permanent inhabitant is the owner of Litløy Lighthouse, though various support staff are often present to help with renovations and daily tasks. The lighthouse currently offers overnight accommodation for visitors as well.
In two long wars, my country bled
To save the world for everyone
As through the years, the fight we've led
Too long, we stood alone, too long alone
And when at last, the battle won
We asked for no reward
An empire gone
Two generations turned to blood and dust
Only the best were lost
Only the best
And now the years have passed
The times have changed
The foe is risen up
He stands astride the world
His dreams of conquest all fulfilled
Little island, little island
Glory lost in the mists of time
They will pay for what was done
To those of us who died so young
They will pay for what was done