One Snowy Night in Sweden
Evening bathed in
sapphire twilight
cradles a wintry chill
there waits a starlit cabin
lovers’ dreams
Cupid yet to fulfill.
Not for want of reason
should comely maiden call
on that bewitching cabin
betwixt ardor and forlorn
Sit by the fire, says he
attentive in his art
varm glögg och Appelkaka
potent gifts for his dearheart.
What delightful decadence, says she
I see what you are after
warm your toes by the fire
whilst I go fetch the pastor!