Ken Wolfgangsson Stories of iron, pine and northern memory.

Song

Midsommar – Beneath The Sleepless Sun

From the album “Ode to Svealand”

TRACK 12

Långban celebrates Midsommar with flower crowns, a decorated maypole, dancing, and shared songs beneath a sun that barely sets. For the narrator, the celebration becomes a moment of profound gratitude in which every long road ends and Svealand finally becomes home.

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Lyrics

Verse 1The morning lays its silver on the field, The birch leaves breathe beneath the waking sky. The children bind the sunlight into crowns, And laughter rises with the swallows high. Verse 2We raise the pole with garlands green and white, The tables glow beneath the open sky. Our friends and kin now gather by our side, While every glass reflects the evening light. ChorusO Midsommar, now carry us back home, Across the meadow, over ancient stone. Let old songs rise and fill the golden night, Let Långban rest beneath the endless light. Here every restless road has found its end, Here Svealand has taught our hearts to mend. All that we lost, and all that we have won, Now turns to gold beneath the sleepless sun. Verse 3The fiddles call us dancing through the green, Bare feet now turn where summer winds have been. The young and old move gently side by side, While midnight lingers softly on the tide. Verse 4At midnight gold lies quiet on the lake, The forest holds the light that will not fade. You stand beside me where the fields grow still, And peace descends on Långban’s quiet hills. ChorusO Midsommar, now carry us back home, Across the meadow, over ancient stone. Let old songs rise and fill the golden night, Let Långban rest beneath the endless light. Here every restless road has found its end, Here Svealand has taught our hearts to mend. All that we lost, and all that we have won, Now turns to gold beneath the sleepless sun. BridgeThe morning lays its silver on the field, The birch leaves breathe beneath the waking sky. The children bind the sunlight into crowns, And laughter rises with the swallows high. O Midsommar, now carry us back home, Across the meadow, over ancient stone. Let old songs rise and fill the golden night, Let Långban rest beneath the endless light. Here every restless road has found its end, Here Svealand has taught our hearts to mend. All that we lost, and all that we have won, Now turns to gold beneath the sleepless sun. OutroI ask for nothing more than this tonight, Your quiet hand rests gently now in mine. I bow my head in thanks for all we have, And let my final fear dissolve in light. No debt remains, no road is left to roam, My heart is still, my soul has found its home. For every breath, for every day, I give My endless love for as long as I live.