From the recording It's the Little Things - 10 Years
Lyrics
Midnight Sun
(G. Gothard, W. Gothard)
Golden meadow, Summer’s light / Northern land of elusive night
Here we spend our endless hours / Singing among the sweet wildflowers
Winds that whisper, evening song / Stories of the mountains strong
Here we spend our endless hours / Singing among the sweet wildflowers
And I look up, to the sky above
And I can name every star I see
And I hold close to the ones I love
And I will dance to the midnight sun
Far from troubles, Winter’s grieving / In this place we’ll chance believing
Here we spend our endless hours / Singing among the sweet wildflowers
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