Danish Days Old manor house down by the sea Far from my native land, The morning fog lays at your door While covering the strand. I’ve seen you in a story book Or so it feels that way, This charming Danish picture of A watercolor day. With June clouds painted tea cup blue, Where white gulls fill the sky, And roses climb on every fence I happen to walk by. Inside the park, I watch kids play; Each child a blue eyed blond. They laugh and chase the ducks around, Then wade into the pond. Oh Helsingor, I still love you, I'm sad when I'm away- If I could choose from all the world, in Denmark I would stay! |
