The cranes are coming back

 

All the mountains are covered in snow, the valley is quiet and still.

Now in winter our love can not grow, my heart´s getting cold and ill. 

I remember last summer when we used to dance to the music down by the quay, 

But I had to leave to go back to my home, I can still hear you wispering: “Stay…”

  

Come the days when the cranes are coming back, I´ll be on my way…

And when summer comes I take the chance to go back and let you remember.

And when summer comes I take your hand and vanish the colds of december.

And when summer comes I take the chance….to go dancing and prancing with you again,

dancing and prancing with you again.

 

There are times when I´m loosing the faith in our love thin as ice on the lake.

I´ve painted your name on my boat that is sleeping, but I must awake.

On your grandfathers boat you swore me your love, but will it last through the winter?

And if there´s another, can I reach your heart? Is my love strong enough to win you?

 

 

to go dancing and prancing and walking and talking,  

to make it a summer that never ends, to make it a summer that never ends.