Thursday, 29 August 2013

Evert Taube's morning song at Baggensfjärden

Morning song at Baggensfjärden

Now leaves are rustling, branches shake
Now comes a breeze, now comes a breeze!
We catch between bent trees a glimpse of Baggensfjärden
Now rocks are creaking, rushes stretched
In morning mist, in morning mist
So pristine, dredged in dew, aroused from worldly slumber

Its arms by ridge on ridge,
Its lap by sea on sea
Now skywards open –
Sinister and dark is still the wave’s deep grave
The surface gleams though
In sun’s bright joyous light
The sea-gull swims in its snow-white garb
Towards the dusky shore

But past the darkened ridge,
Now dredged in gold, in lightened space
A host of clouds is hustled by unknown wind
To place unknown:
It’s daybreak

To see a photograph of Baggensfjärden, go to here.
There is a video of Sven-Bertil Taube singing the song on the Internet.
But try his earlier recorded version on Sven-Bertil Taube sjunger Evert Taube.

1 comment:

David C Brown said...

Very good - you're on a roll these days!