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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