Jul, Jul

I know this should be a post from my pen, but I’m in the throes of five papers (two done already last night) to be turned in tonight.  So instead of what I was going to post, here is a lovely Norwegian carol I’ll be singing with friends this Christmas day.

Jul, jul, strålande jul, glans över vita skogar.
Christmas, Christmas, shining Christmas, light above white forests.
Himmelens kronor, med gnistrande ljus.
Crowns of heavean with glistening lights.
Glimmande bågar i alla guds hus.
Glowing bows in the houses of God.
Psalm som är sjungen från tid till tid.
Hymn that is sung from time to time.
Eviga längtan till ljus och frid.
Eternal desire of light and peace.
Jul, jul, strålande jul, glans över vita skogar.
Christmas, Christmas, shining Christmas, light above white forests.

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Kom, kom, signade jul, sänk dina vita vingar.
Come, come, sacred Christmas, lower your white wings.
Över stridernas blod och larm.
Above the blood and sounds of war.
Över alla suckan ur människobarm.
Over the sighs from humans.
Över de släkten som gå till ro.
Over the families who go to peace.
Över de ungas vars dagar nu gro.
Over the young whose days go past.
Kom, kom, signade jul, sänk dina vita vingar.
Come, come, sacred Christmas, lower your white wings.

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