Path Of Leaves And Needles - Helen Sjöholm

I see him leaving Korpamoen, run the path down to Olsson’s landing.

Resting and not a breath too soon, he can see me from where he’s standing.

I see him crossing Devils glade where the giant old oak lies dying

Now he emerges from the shade

Faster now, and his footsteps flying!

Path of leaves and needles

Give his heals the spring and bounce to get here

Path of leaves and needles

It’s been seven long days since we met here

And soon he’s at Seven Farmers Gate

My most welcome and only caller

I’m early and he’s never late

For his true love at Duvemåla