Specimens of the literature of Sweden: Vårvindar friska

Vårvindar friska

[popular song in waltz-time, the basic rhythm is boom-dabba-dabba. Bar-lines indicated by capital letters. Armed with that information plus the notes as below, you'll have no trouble working out the tune if you want to.]

A-A-B-A-B
Am
Spring winds a-frisking
C-C-D-C-D
Am
Whispering, whisking
E-E-D-B-C
Am/E7*
Like lovers courting
A-A-G#-lowE
Am E7
Through the green trees;
A-A-B-A-B
Am
Stream-waters flow down,
C-C-D-C-D
Am
They never slow down,
E-E-D-B-C
Am/E7*
Till at the coast their
A-A-G#-A
Am (G)
Flow meets the sea's.
E-E-C-highG-E / D-D-C-B
C G
Mournful my heart is, Hearing dismayed
C-C-A-E-C / B-B-G#-E
Am E7
Clang of the horn in Hill-country fade...
A-A-B-A-B
Am
Stream-sprite's cadenzas
C-C-D-C-D
Am
Sorrowful listeners
E-E-D-C-B / A
Am E7 Am
Brood over hill and Dale.

*This means that you can throw in an E7 if the austerity of all-on-one-chord bothers you.

Verse 2 (often not sung) will follow if I get round to it, as will the drinking-song parodies. And this is my improvisation:

Persistence

There was an eye, a patna rice
forsaking night, receiving night, the harvest edges crop chemise
insensate eve, collision bronze

the birds flow over the ride...

I don't care about water...
a mild almond in mulled spice

she swam downstream, heavily waxing and waning:
all ray's waning:: of the coarsely coiled scuttering fence
went into the bank, water staked, catkin ashy.
Under the broca barge there must be stan and her children whistle

foam meets the mother current.
Bold lamentation .... to say
how Clang of the horn, dies away.
Stream-tresses scraping on a rusty kit
Shadows, stream yellow, sorrows

mouth pressed against mouth, voice raised against voice BECAUSE