We roam the mountains

Den här sången skrev jag till Gerd Ulander, som är jazzsångerska, och bor i samma by som jag. Den inkluderar hennes man och barn och vem som vill, "roam the mountains"

 

We roam the mountains, we cross the sea,

Whatever happens it´s you and me

The winters comin´, the days grow dark

Many months for´ we hear the lark

Silver mornings, silver sun

Is all we get until the winters done

 

Frosen days on the lake with skies

Cosy parties with friends and fries

We make a fire in the dunes

Sit around and sing our tunes

Silver mornings, silver sun

Is all we get until the winters done

 

Slowly fading, slowly melting

Winters cold is growing old

Once an evening, ice is cracking

Making heavy sounds unfold

Silver mornings, silver sun

Is all we get until the winters done

 

The light gets brighter, days grow long

We become lighter, hearts grow strong

The reindeers begin the yearly move

Soon they´ll be here and start to groove

Golden mornings, golden sun

Is our gift when summer´s come

 

People get out in fair weather

Planting potatoes on sandy slopes

The rain falls, and no night comes

There are no nights no more

Golden evenings, golden sun

Is our gift when summer´s come

 

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