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.