Norwegian version of "The Skylark".
The Skylark
(Per Sivle, tr. Finn Tømmerberg)
The little skylark,
her ways are just so,
When finding a turf top
without any snow,
Then she starts singing
her happiest tune,
She thinks that springtime
will come very soon.
- Oh hey! Oh hee! Qh teereeleetee! Oh teereelee teereeleetee!
The little skylark,
she acts just like this,
When finding a sunbeam,
then rich she is.
She warbles and sings and
soars to great height
And believes in summer though
snowdrifts lie white.
- Oh hey! Oh hee! Qh teereeleetee! Oh teereelee teereeleetee!
Her plate that is
the heather turf good.
And there she sits down
to have her own food.
And when she is full,
she gladly will say
Her thanks to the Lord
with chirping and lay.
- Oh hey! Oh hee! Qh teereeleetee! Oh teereelee teereeleetee!
God bless you, you are
my bird, only you!
God bless your belief
so glad and so true!
And when I meet coldness
and snow on my way,
God let me in sun-belief
sing on that day:
- Oh hey! Oh hee! Qh teereeleetee! Oh teereelee teereeleetee!