Helen Sjöholm
Kristina
I see him leaving Korpamoen
Run the path down to Olsson’s Landing
Resting, and not breath too soon
He can see me from where he’s standing.
I see him crossing Devil’s glade
Where the giant old oak lies dying
Now he emerges from the shade
Faster now, and his footsteps flying!
Path of leaves and needles
Give his heels the spring and bounce to get here
Path of leaves and needles
It’s been seven long days since we met here
And soon he’s at Seven Farmers Gate
My most welcome and only caller
I’m early and he’s never late
For his true love at Duvemåla
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