In the dark and grey November, we the sun so scarcely see
Rain and wind will tear in roof and trees. The days will shorter be
The winter time is near,
We shall not here be mourning in northern countries here,
long summer days returning with light and growth next year
In November, budget for the state for next year shall be made.
When we all a little more shall get, concluding can be said,
much tax so must paid.
We should not be complaining, in our Nordic wealth,
better life conditions gaining, than almost nowhere else.
Far too many wars the world have still and war no food can yield.
Far too many grow much richer will from what destroy and kill.
So sad it makes me feel.
We should not be complaining, however in the north,
much less we should be taking, more fair should share the earth
Text & Melody:
Poul Pedersen ©