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.