Lærken - Hammer bakker / The Lark - Hammer Hills

A little grey lark is singing
Somewhere below the blue sky.
I am walking through sun-warm sweet smelling heather
While little white clouds are floating
Carefully below all the blue...
The shadows are gliding on sun-warm heather.
I shiver and stare towards the sky
Surprised, still I feel
A breath of winter in body and soul.
Then I hear again - and tremble joyfully -
A warbling sun-warm singer's lay.
I listen and stare up there again
Where clouds and suns are sailing.
A little grey lark is singing.