Winter’s sun in the alpine garden Children cackle and gleefully play, the sun warms my face - it’s such a beautiful day You beautiful stars, you beautiful moon, yet when the sun comes out my heart does too. It dances and plays in the beautiful rays, It shouts for God, Hosanna! Be Praised! The furnaced rocks, the weathered wood, Energy’s first form no longer dons its hood. Spring is coming, Summer is nigh! I could but barely help, produce a long peaceful sigh.
With velvet-like wind and earth-made aroma, With the year in adolescence, a new shape takes over The sculptures of winter shudder and crack They stretch their legs, smile and yawn… there is nothing they lack The Lord has provided, His Word rings True Their slumber ends, they have slept it through Uttrykker livet og når himmelen faller ned The preparation has begun, The bride is to be wed.