A flock of mute swans
Are singing their autumn hymn
Carrying frost on their wings
Oslo is blue today and so are you
Dear, you should know
That the winter time is short
The winter time is short
The winter time is short
Let’s buy carnations and candles and white port
And try not to count the things we have lost
Let’s try to rejoice!
Try to rejoice
In The Cool Fire of the Forest!
If I close my eyes
I still hear the trill
Of the meadowlarks flying high in March
And still feel the linen
Of your white summer dress
(the one you wore by the bonfire)…
Oh, that floral dress
Oh, that floral dress
Let’s buy carnations and candles and white port
And try not to count the things we have lost!
Let’s try to rejoice!
Try to rejoice
In The Cool Fire of the Forest!
Let’s try to rejoice!
Try to rejoice!
Try to rejoice!
Try to rejoice!
Try to rejoice
In The Cool Fire of the Forest!