Rest by this spring so near
Our little breakfast we lay here
Red wine with burnet cheer
And a freshly shot snipe so fine
Hark, what bottles, Ulla dear!
In our baskets overfull, clear
Emptied on the grass they roll
And smell how vapors intertwine
Thy midday wine
We'll pour from the pitcher, dear
With a cheerful shine
Rest by this spring so near
Hear our horns' sweet note, cousin mine
(Our horns' note, cousin mine.)
Splendidly on the field they prance
The stallion with his mare's advance
The bull's roar in the distance
And sometimes the lamb's gentle bleat
The rooster on the rooftop hops
And like the hen, his wings he flops
The swallow dips and drops
And the magpie laughs, a merry feat
Lift the kettle; heat
The coffee's glowing coal
There at our feet
Splendidly on the field they prance
The sights that our eyes most greet
(Our eyes most greet.)
Heaven! What this round reveals
Bound with fresh green leafy seals
Opens a grove that appeals
With scattered paths and charm so grand
Sweetly the leaves they sigh
In dark and light whirlwinds they fly
The trees' shadows in the sky
Beneath the breezes' playful hand
Take, Ulla, take
At this meal's joyous stand
Thy glass like I
Heaven! What this round reveals
Adorned with flowers by nature's hand!
(With flowers by nature's hand.)
The nymph, see how she strives
So busy with her duties, alive
With eggs and olives she arrives
Upon a rosy plate she bears
Sometimes she scoops a spoon
And over the bowl cream soon flows
Her bosom with the flour shows
As she slices the almond tart so rare
A chicken there
She from its wing derives
Just cooled with care
The nymph, see how she strives
And sweats in labors dear to share
(And sweats in labors rare.)
Finally in this green glade
You'll hear my last farewell bade
Ulla! Farewell, my lovely maid
To all instruments' sound so sweet
Fredman in this minute sees
His debt to Nature's decree
Clotho from the great coat frees
Cuts off a button at Charon's feat
Come, heart's god, meet
To Freya's kin reward be made
With Bacchus' treat
Finally in this green glade
Stood Ulla the last time as bride
(The last time as bride.)
Red Vanguard - Rest By This Spring So Near Lyrics
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Rest by this spring so near
Our little breakfast we lay here
Red wine with burnet cheer
And a freshly shot snipe so fine
Hark, what bottles, Ulla dear!
In our baskets overfull, clear
Emptied on the grass they roll
And smell how vapors intertwine
Thy midday wine
We'll pour from the pitcher, dear
With a cheerful shine
Rest by this spring so near
Hear our horns' sweet note, cousin mine
(Our horns' note, cousin mine.)
Splendidly on the field they prance
The stallion with his mare's advance
The bull's roar in the distance
And sometimes the lamb's gentle bleat
The rooster on the rooftop hops
And like the hen, his wings he flops
The swallow dips and drops
And the magpie laughs, a merry feat
Lift the kettle; heat
The coffee's glowing coal
There at our feet
Splendidly on the field they prance
The sights that our eyes most greet
(Our eyes most greet.)
Heaven! What this round reveals
Bound with fresh green leafy seals
Opens a grove that appeals
With scattered paths and charm so grand
Sweetly the leaves they sigh
In dark and light whirlwinds they fly
The trees' shadows in the sky
Beneath the breezes' playful hand
Take, Ulla, take
At this meal's joyous stand
Thy glass like I
Heaven! What this round reveals
Adorned with flowers by nature's hand!
(With flowers by nature's hand.)
The nymph, see how she strives
So busy with her duties, alive
With eggs and olives she arrives
Upon a rosy plate she bears
Sometimes she scoops a spoon
And over the bowl cream soon flows
Her bosom with the flour shows
As she slices the almond tart so rare
A chicken there
She from its wing derives
Just cooled with care
The nymph, see how she strives
And sweats in labors dear to share
(And sweats in labors rare.)
Finally in this green glade
You'll hear my last farewell bade
Ulla! Farewell, my lovely maid
To all instruments' sound so sweet
Fredman in this minute sees
His debt to Nature's decree
Clotho from the great coat frees
Cuts off a button at Charon's feat
Come, heart's god, meet
To Freya's kin reward be made
With Bacchus' treat
Finally in this green glade
Stood Ulla the last time as bride
(The last time as bride.)
Our little breakfast we lay here
Red wine with burnet cheer
And a freshly shot snipe so fine
Hark, what bottles, Ulla dear!
In our baskets overfull, clear
Emptied on the grass they roll
And smell how vapors intertwine
Thy midday wine
We'll pour from the pitcher, dear
With a cheerful shine
Rest by this spring so near
Hear our horns' sweet note, cousin mine
(Our horns' note, cousin mine.)
Splendidly on the field they prance
The stallion with his mare's advance
The bull's roar in the distance
And sometimes the lamb's gentle bleat
The rooster on the rooftop hops
And like the hen, his wings he flops
The swallow dips and drops
And the magpie laughs, a merry feat
Lift the kettle; heat
The coffee's glowing coal
There at our feet
Splendidly on the field they prance
The sights that our eyes most greet
(Our eyes most greet.)
Heaven! What this round reveals
Bound with fresh green leafy seals
Opens a grove that appeals
With scattered paths and charm so grand
Sweetly the leaves they sigh
In dark and light whirlwinds they fly
The trees' shadows in the sky
Beneath the breezes' playful hand
Take, Ulla, take
At this meal's joyous stand
Thy glass like I
Heaven! What this round reveals
Adorned with flowers by nature's hand!
(With flowers by nature's hand.)
The nymph, see how she strives
So busy with her duties, alive
With eggs and olives she arrives
Upon a rosy plate she bears
Sometimes she scoops a spoon
And over the bowl cream soon flows
Her bosom with the flour shows
As she slices the almond tart so rare
A chicken there
She from its wing derives
Just cooled with care
The nymph, see how she strives
And sweats in labors dear to share
(And sweats in labors rare.)
Finally in this green glade
You'll hear my last farewell bade
Ulla! Farewell, my lovely maid
To all instruments' sound so sweet
Fredman in this minute sees
His debt to Nature's decree
Clotho from the great coat frees
Cuts off a button at Charon's feat
Come, heart's god, meet
To Freya's kin reward be made
With Bacchus' treat
Finally in this green glade
Stood Ulla the last time as bride
(The last time as bride.)
Writer: Magnus Olsson, Carl Bellman
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid