Heimilisritið - 01.02.1951, Síða 63

w Sönglagatextar J,
HAUSTKVÖLD
(Lag og texti: Steingrimnr Sigfússon)
Haustkvöld í skógi,
hjörtun brcnna af þrá,
húmið felur dimman gcim.
Ilmþrunginn blærinn, birkilaufum frá,
blandast vínsins höfga keim.
Augun þín af ástúð ljóma
yndisfögur og hrein,
líkt og krónur blárra blóma,
blikandi dögg á grein.
MONA LISA
In a villa in a litle old Italian town
Lives a girl whose beauty shames thc
rosc.
Many ycarn to love but their hopcs
all tumble down.
What does she want? no one knows!
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa men have named
you:
You’re so like the lady with the mystic
smile.
Is it only ’cause you’re lonely they have
blamed you
For that Mona Lisa strangeness in your
smile
Do you smile to tempt a lover, Mona
Lisa,
Or is this your way to hide að broken
heart
Many dreams havc been brought to
your doorstep.
Thcy just lie tliere, and they die thcre.
Are you warm, are you real, Mona Lisa,
Or just a cold and Ionely, lovely work
of art?
GOODNIGHT, IRENE
Irene goodnight Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene goodnight Ircnc
I’U see you my dreems.
Last Saturday night I got married
Me and my wife settled down
Now me and my wife ar parted
I’m gonna take another stroll downtown.
Sometimes I Hve ín the contry
Sometimes I live in the town
Sometimes I have a grcat notion
To jump ínto the river and drown.
Stop ramblin’ stop your gamblin’
Stop staying out late at night
Go home to your wife and your fam’ly
Sit down by the fireside bright.
I asked your mother for you
She told me you was too young
I wish to the Lord I’ld never seen your
facc
Or heard your lying tonguc.
I love Irene, God knows, I do
Love her till the seas run dry
And if Irene tums her back on me
I’m gonna takc morphinc and die.
HEIMILISRITIÐ
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