Jag ger dig min morgon [English translation]

Ever again the morning creeps across your shoulder,

Through the frosted window pane the sun grows bolder.

Your hair flows down your pillow, you're still sleeping.

I think I'll wake you now and hold you,

Tell you again the things I told you;

Behold, I give you the morning,

I give you the day.

Through the waving curtain wall the sun is streaming.

Far behind your flickering eyelids you're still dreaming.

You're dreaming of the good times and you're smiling.

I think I'll wake you now and hold you,

Tell you again the things I told you;

Behold, I give you the morning,

I give you the day.

Close beneath our window sill the Earth is humming,

Like an eager Christmas child the day is coming,

Listen to the morning song it's singing.

I think I'll wake you now and hold you,

Tell you again the things I told you;

Behold, I give you the morning,

I give you the day.

Like an antique ballroom fan your eyelids flutter,

Sunlight streams across your eyes through open shutter.

Now I think you're ready for the journey.

I think I'll wake you now and hold you,

Tell you again the things I told you;

Behold, I give you the morning,

I give you the day.

Behold, I give you the morning,

I give you the day.

• Artist:Fred Åkerström