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Fred singer and sweet Miss Cecilia Lind

Versions: #1
Near Gothenburg's seacoast an orchestra plays
A full moon is shining like glass through the haze.
They dance cheek-to-cheek as the accordions begin,
Fred Singer and sweet Miss Cecilia Lind.
 
She closes her eyes and his heartbeat she feels.
She floats in his arms as they swing on their heels.
He leads and she follows as light as the wind.
But why are you blushing, Cecilia Lind?
 
Could it be something Fred Singer has said?
'Your grace and your perfume go straight to my head.
Your figure is lovely 'et tres feminine'!
My God, you're so pretty, Cecilia Lind.'
 
But the band finished playing, where could they go now?
The street where she lived was near his anyhow.
They arrived at her gate and before going in,
'I want you to kiss me,' said Cecilia Lind.'
 
Shame on you, Freddy, your old heart's gone wild!
Cecilia Lind is still only a child
as pure as a flower, unblemished by sin.
'I'm soon seventeen,' said Cecilia Lind.'
 
The hours drift away in the stars' magic light.
Though Freddy is old, there's a new moon tonight.
They say love is blind, you may lose -- you may win.
'Oh, kiss me again,' said Cecilia Lind.'
 

Die Ballade von Fredrik Akare und Cecilia Lind

Versions: #2
From Öckerö threshing floor, sound accordion and bass
the full moon is shining as if made of glass.
There dances Fredrik Åkare, dancing chin to chin (1)
with the young maiden, Cecilia Lind
 
She dances, eyes closed, so near to him
He leads and she follows, according to his whim
He leads and she follows, as light as the wind
But why are you blushing, Cecilia Lind..
 
Do tell, was it 'cause Fredrik Åkare said:
Your smell is so good, and your dancing so dab
Your bosom so round, and your waste is so thin
And you are so beautiful, Cecilia Lind
 
The dance has now ended and where could they go?
Cause they live so close to each other, you know..
Then they stopped at her porch, and Cecilia grinned
Oh give me a kiss, said Cecilia Lind
 
Shame on you, Fredrik, so old and senile
Cecilia Lind she is almost a child
Pure as a flower, like a doe sniffs the wind
Soon I'll be 17, said Cecilia Lind
 
The stars they keep wandring', have forgotten the two
And Fredrik is old, but the moon is so new
Yes, Fredrik is old, but who cares with lights dimmed
Oh, kiss me again, said Cecilia Lind
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth,
and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)