Du kviler i same jord
som løftar blomar frå frø til knopp
og krevjer dei tilbake
men let dei så stige mot lyset att
vår etter vår
Blomane veks
like godt
utan mine tårer
God farsdag, pappa.
Death is nothing at all
Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away
Into the next room
I have only slipped away
Into the next room
I am I
And you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That, we are still
And you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That, we are still
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way
Which you always used
Put no difference in your tone
Wear no forced air
Of solemnity or sorrow
Speak to me in the easy way
Which you always used
Put no difference in your tone
Wear no forced air
Of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
At the little jokes we shared together
Let my name ever be
The household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effect
Without the trace of a shadow on it
At the little jokes we shared together
Let my name ever be
The household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effect
Without the trace of a shadow on it
Life means all
That it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was
There is unbroken continuity
That it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was
There is unbroken continuity
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight?
Because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you
For an interval
Somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
For an interval
Somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well
Tekst: "Death In Nothing At All" av Henry Scott Holland
God farsdag!
SvarSlettJeg er nok sikker på at du ser det, og smiler for deg selv for hvert slag det slår, hvert ord det bringer fram, og hvert øyeblikk det deler livskraften i henne, men jeg vil likevel fortelle deg at den yngste datteren din, som jeg er så heldig å ha blitt kjent med, har hjertet på sin rette plass.
Den beste farsdagsgaven må vel i sannhet være å se stolt på det livet man har gitt, og kunne smile over de gledene man har skapt for verden.
Tusen takk for desse orda, Anke <3 Som eg skal gøyme godt på i gladboka og ikkje minst i hjertet. Eg trur at pappa ser ned på oss kvar dag og ser gledene vi delar saman, ser vennskapet og føler med meg alt det du er for meg <3
SvarSlettSå fint innlegg, June <3
SvarSlettTusen takk, Silje <3
SvarSlettSist eg var heime sat eg faktisk og bladde i gamle album. Og der var det fleire bilde av faren din når han såg akkurat ut som på ditta bildet! :)
SvarSlett<3