Hills Full of Dew (Vi gå över daggstänkta berg)
"Vi gå över daggstänkta berg" (trad.)

We walk over hills full of dew, tralala; They've borrowed from the emeralds their hue, tralala. Never are we grieving, Oh so merry are we singing, As we walk over hills full of dew, tralala. The old, clever Beanies may say, tralala, That we are not as sensible as they, tralala. But who would be singing About the youthful spring, eh? If we were as clever as they, tralala.

Posted on 2013-08-10 14:57 by mikrit.