Calle Schewens Vals
Composer(s): Evert Taube
Performer(s): Evert Taube; Anders Lundin



On Roslagen´s isle, in a flowery bay
Where ripples wash in from the sea
The reeds slowly rock, and the sweet new-mown hay
Is wafting its fragrance to me
There I sit alone ´mid the trees by the way
And gaze at the sea-birds on high
They dive to the water with glitter of spray
And feed, while I watch them and sigh

I´m mixing my coffee quite freely with rum
To a strength and a flavour just right!
The accordion's measures alluringly come
From my cabin so gaily alight
I feel like a boy, though a granddad am I
My spirit my grey hair belies
I only get worse as the years pass me by
With waltzes and maidens´ bright eyes

Look – there is a gull with a fish he has caught
But I´m caught by arms soft and white!
My heart is so happy, my years are as naught
Then play, for I´m dancing to-night!
The sea sends a song, and its fragrance the glade
To-night you must stay as my guest
Here dances Calle Scheven with Roslagen´s maid 
The sunset is in the Northwest

My flowery isle on your bosom you hold
You tranquil and darkling blue seas!
While June twilight shadows so tender, enfold
All the slumbering bushes and trees
You're dancing so quietly, sweet little miss 
I think that all men you despise
It trembles, that small childish hand that I kiss
While in minor the waltz softly dies

But hey, all you fellows who visit my bay
I´m really a sober old man
When morning has come I must stack up my hay
And catch all the fish that I can!
The deuce take you, twilight; the morn you disclose
In firtops agleam one by one 
Here dances Calle Scheven with Roslagen´s rose
He dances while up comes the sun!