Valentine Card To An Old WidowThis is probably not the best day,you have ever had.Maybe this is the day your husband died,your childrens dad.This is probably a heavy day for you,so many pink cards.Delivered in beautiful heart shaped baskets,in young girls backyards.I however, thought of you.and gave you this note,I hope you can be happy,and warm feeling's not for you remote.If you dwell in memories,of valentines days in the past.I am sure in our heart,warmth will appear at last.
Under Dancing Northern LightIn the deepest winter night,under dancing northern light,A sámi boy from Karasjok,kneeling down beside a rock.In the misty black of night,under dancing northern light,The boy is joiking silently,the rock is listening carefully.In the coldest winter night,under dancing northern light.the rock feels lifted from the ground,by the magic joiking sound.In the deepest winter night,under dancing northern light;the boy is joiking the soul of a stone,not to feel so alone.
Bad LuckBad luck Problems Trouble JUST HAPPENS To beoccuring to youYOU YOU YOUCannot help it
Scarecrow's holidayThe farmer stands in his field all day,waving crows and birds away.sips some coffee if he may,today's the scarecrow's holiday
The plowOutside my window the snow is white,a winter mist I see so bright.I hear through chrystals snow on snow,a distant engine of a plow.The chrystals falling from the sky,in a way which I can't tell you whyOn the ground there is heavy snowthe plow is getting nearer nowThe window stitcks just like a stampagainst my fingers, cold and damp.I see the sight of untouched snow,I see the fountain of the plow.The plow went by ten minutes agoback is now a usable roadI hear through chrystals, snow on snow;the distant engine of the plow
The Cat from Doolish BayThere once was a cat from Doolish bayWho wandered down the streets of clay.Until he was complete astrayAnd had to ask you for the way."I have to go to Doolish bay""Then turn and walk the streets of clay."Now the cat was not astrayand went back home to Doolish bay.