Tosteberga Port

 

 

I was biking on a morn of spring
From Ljungby’s castle grounds 
Towards Tosteberga’s hamlet town  
To Tosteberga Port

Tosteberga Port
With Åhus Beach not far away
In the arms of islets lay
By the waves of Hanö Bay

I saw you on that morn of spring
In Tosteberga Port                                      
Green eyes that were glowing
When you came right up to me
And firmly grabbed my hand with yours   
In Tosteberga Port

Over Tosteberga Port 
Blew salty seaside winds 
At some sailing boats and us 
When we fed some sparrows bread
Then cuddled with a lamb
In a meadow that we sought
Next to Tosteberga Port 

And as the sun was setting 
Over Tosteberga Port
All of Tosteberga’s fields
Was our Tosteberga crib
And then I slept in dewy grass
Inside your soft embrace
By Tosteberga Port

When I woke up late next morning
In Tosteberga Port
I laid there all alone and cold
In Tosteberga Port
Only I and laughing gulls
In Tosteberga Port 

Wondered had I simply dreamt it
Or was it really true
And if so where had you gone now
I will likely never know
What happened on that day  
In Tosteberga Port

But every year around that date in May
When the fields all stand in gold 
I bike down that same road again
To Tosteberga Port
With the vain hope I will see you there
In Tosteberga Port
In Tosteberga Port 
Where my heart was swept away
By a stranger with green eyes
That day so long ago

In Tosteberga
Tosteberga
Tosteberga Port 

In Tosteberga Port
In Tosteberga Port

In Tosteberga
Tosteberga Port