15.09.2017
Midsummer Song*
Now the midsummer comes to Denmark's homesteadsLarks are twitt'ring underneath the eaves
And the eye can wander contented
'Twixt the meadow, fjord and field
Everything around
Wears its summer's dress.
On the floor there is spread a sunny carpet
Woven from the gold of buttercups
Hills are clad with forests and woodland
And a bit of meadow green
All familiar things
Are so dear to us.
Wistful smiles and a serious disposition
Are considered virtues in these parts
Even serious things can be uttered
With a gently laughing face
People living here
Are aware of this.
Scent of clover and breezes from the seashore
Float across this bright and sunny home
Do you hear the leaves softly whispering?
Love is summer's welcome guest
Laughter here and there
In the summer air.
Please alert me when spelling, print or other inconsistencies are spotted. When spotting them myself I tend to lapse into a *#@%* mood!