NOTHING
Music: Jorunn Westeraas, lyrics: Stig Nilsson
This is a song about nothing.
I know I have a million things to do.
I'll set my duties free.
To rush is not for me,
I'll take it easy with a lovely cup of tea.
Nothing is all about nothing.
I'm lucky doing nothing next to you.
The sky is turning blue.
You say you love me too,
And when you kiss me It's a taste of morning dew.
Morning sun is rising, and amazingly,
The birds and me do sing in key.
Flowers in the meadows wearing clothes of gold for me.
Young ones can teach us a lesson.
Cause they don't care if times are passing by.
The efforts of today, departed, by the way,
Because I never gave em anything to say.
Why such a fuzz about nothing?
Well, honestly, I haven't got a clue.
Regrets could be a few.
I'll never think em through,
As long as nothing is my favourite thing to do.
Morning sun is rising, and amazingly,
The birds and me do sing in key.
Flowers in the meadows wearing clothes of gold for me.
Nothing is all about nothing.
The question is to be or not to be.
I'm sitting on your knee.
It's only you and me,
And all my worries of tomorrow have to flee.