Sommarpsalm (Summer Hymn)
The earth adorned in verdant robe
Sends praises upward surging
While soft winds breathe on fragrant flowers
From winter now emerging
The sunshine bright gives warmth and light
To budding blossoms tender.
Proclaiming summer splendor.

Their happiness and their summer peace
The delirious birds praise:
From forest thicket,
from still abodes resounds their story.
A hymn goes up of joy and hope
From their happy song,
from the flowers and the trees.

Spillemannshambo
Come, shall we dance this hambo my friend,
But, don’t forget the tempo!
Hambo it is so rhythmic and nice,
Hej, don’t you think, tricky, sometimes?
Turn after turn he swings her around –
The fellow he has the power.
Hey, fallery, hey, fallara.
Forgotten is the very effort.

Listen to the fiddler, Tra-la-la-la-la-la,
He sings and taps the tempo
With his foot and hollers “hajsan!”
He plays so frantically,
When on the dance floor,
He plays upon his instrument again
While singing: “Tra-la-la-la-la Hejsan!”

Sverige (Sweden)
Sweden, Sweden, Sweden, fatherland,
Place of our yearning, our home on earth!
Now cowbells play where armies marched by torchlight
and deed became legend; now joined hand in hand
Thy people still swear ancient oaths of loyalty
Fall, Christmas snow, and murmur over the heath!
Burn, eastern star, through the June night!
Sweden, mother! Be our striving, our peace,
thou land where our children one day will live,
And our ancestors sleep under the churchyard stone.
Fall, Christmas snow, and murmur over the heath!
Burn, eastern star, through the June night!
Sweden, mother! Be our striving, our peace,
thou land where our children one day will live,
And our ancestors sleep under the churchyard stone.