En Knippa Ljung

I come with just a bunch of heather
From the woods and moors
Some poor flowers with sunshine in
Where the bees love to dwell

I come with just a bouquet
With trembling dew in
With bird chatter in the forests
And crickets' evening melody

I come with just a bunch of heather
To place by your picture
I know it interprets what words have wanted to say
A greeting so heartfelt

I come with just a bouquet
With trembling dew in
With bird chatter in the forests
And crickets' evening melody

A bunch of heather

I come with just a bouquet
With trembling dew in
With bird chatter in the forests
And crickets' evening melody