Höstvisa - Autumn Song

 #MOSAIC MONDAY

Congratulations to the new hostess Angie! This is the 65th time I participate in MM,

the first time was in January 2016. In my post I was very happy about the snow we finally got.

See more here > Winter Wonderland

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#MAKROTEX CHALLENGE / November

Näitä on kertynyt jo 153 syksystä 2016 lähtien - luvussa mukana myös kuukausikollaasit.

Kiitos kivoista haasteista Pieni lintu!

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The 6th of November we celebrate in Finland

Svenska Dagen - The Finnish Swedish Heritage Day

in honour of our Swedish speaking population. So here two great Swedish speaking ladies.

Tove Jansson (1914-2010), the mother of the Moomins is world renowned and beloved. She was a Finnish Swedish-speaking writer and artist.  This beautiful song that I am sharing is written by her and called in Swedish Höstvisa. The song dates back to 1965 and was rewarded with the third prize in a song contest arranged by the Finnish Broadcasting Company. Underneath there is a Youtube link to the Swedish version - please, follow the English text below. Moomins are a big business nowadays around the world, read more here.

We have many beloved Swedish speaking Finns. One was the famous actress Birgitta Ulfsson (1928-2017), whom I was lucky to see on stage at her 88 years. She interpreted Moomin characters in many plays and performances.  This is what I wrote in March 2017:

”But then the stage was taken by the gruff voice of Little My as Birgitta Ulfsson’s interpretation - in Finnish. What a charisma, what a takeover and the audience went nuts, like my blogger colleague Arja tweeted yesterday. This charming 88 year old lady has never ever fitted in a mold in her life. And she continues her performances both in Finland and in Sweden. ”

A few Finnish Moomin covers. The second from right was my favourite as a child.

AUTUMN SONG / HÖSTVISA 

My journey home was long and slow through autumn leaves and frost

The days are growing shorter and colder

Come comfort me a little for I am so sad and lost

and suddenly I'm feeling much older

And never have I seen how the nighttime wins the day

I start thinking of my life and my mission

So many plans I had and so much I had to say

and so little did I bring to fruitition

Hurry, my darling, come hurry to love me

Waste not a moment of darkening day

Light our candles it's close to the evening

Last days of summer are slipping 'way

I'm looking for that feeling we once had that we have lost

A feeling you could help me to regain

The summer is too short and all too soon will come the frost

All too soon will come the cold and the rain

And maybe you'll come by 'ere the twilight turns to blue

to make everything the way it was before

And maybe we will think of some things for us to do

To make our gardens blossom once more

Hurry, my darling, come hurry to love me

Waste not a moment of darkening day

Light our candles it's close to the evening

Last days of summer are slipping 'way

The storm is blowing harder and I have to shut the door

I’m still thinking of you in this evening hour

I may be loving less than I used to love before

but you don't really know half my power

Staring at the beacons along the windy coast

Where ships endure the whitecaps and the weather

Now caring and sharing are things that matter most

In getting through these hard times together

Hurry, my darling, come hurry to love me

Waste not a moment of darkening day

Light our candles it's close to the evening

Last days of summer are slipping ’way

Photos: Tove Jansson from Wikipedia