Heimilisritið - 01.09.1945, Blaðsíða 40

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EVELINA
Evelina, won’t ya ever take a
shine to that moon?
Evelina, ain’t ya bothered by
the bobolink’s tune?
Tell me, tell me how long ya
gonna keep delayin’ the day.
Don’t ya reckon it’s wrong
Triflin’ with April this way?
Evelina, won’t ya pay a little
mind to me soon?
Wake up! Wake up! The earth
is fair, the fruit is fine.
But wbat’s the use o’ smellin’
water melon clingin’ to an-
other fella’s vine?
Evelina, won’t ya roll off that
vine an’ be mine?
STRANGE MUSIC
Soft breeze! Whispering trees!
The summer winds are sighing
The leaves are lullabying.
Violins are all around you,
I can hear t'he chords resound
of sounding brass that seems
to say, I’ve found you!
I’ve found you! I’ve found you!
Strange music in my ears
Only now as you spoke, did it
start.
Strange music of the spheres
Could its lovely hum be com-
ing from my heart?
You appear and I hear song
sublime
Song that I’m incapable of.
So dear, let me hold you near
While we treasure ev’ry
measure, so that time can
never change
The strange, new music of love.
SUDDENLY IT’S SPRING
The sky huddles up in a gray
shawl and scolds,
Trees stamp their feet and the
birds all have colds;
All at once there seems to be a
change.
Am I right or is it all a strange
illusion?
W'hy is my heart dancing?
Imagine dancing!
You look at me and suddenly
it’s spring.
Why do I keep sighing? Not
sad, just sighing.
I’m young and free and sud-
denly it’s spring.
High on a hilltop love is calling;
Someone should wish me,
happy falling.
No more being lonely; can I
be lonely?
You look at me and suddenly
it’s spring.
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