The Longest Day of the Year
In the North Country, the light is most precious,
After six long months of cold and darkness,
So when it turns, and the sun starts to show,
It’s no wonder our hearts become full,
It’s a midsummer’s dream, as Shakespeare did write,
With its fairies, and trolls or maybe a sprite,
As if at any moment you might catch sight of Puck,
If only but for a little bit of luck,
On a midsummer’s day, the sun never sets,
It just sits on the horizon, that’s where it does rest,
And the flowers in bloom, they all give off their scent,
And for 24 hours, all worries to forget.
On a midsummer’s day, the sun never sets,
It just sits on the horizon, that’s where it does rest,
And for 24 hours, we forget about our fears,
And marvel at the beauty of the longest day of the year
Life is its truest in the nature, in the trees,
Where the ferns grow wild ‘neath the birch and alder trees,
Where the meadow meets the sky in their perfect blue and green,
And silence is the only noise it seems…