Comments about Eyvind Riis
Christmas Eve Ballad By Alf Proysen, Translated
We've carried wood and water, we've lit our Christmas tree.
The robins in our oat sheaves are feasting merrily.
Now let us take a rest; cuddle up, dear, to my lap.
And I will rock the cradle while your brother has his nap.
Let's watch the silent darkness outside and look afar
through our kitchen window, to find the Christmas star.
That star shines brightly over the forest and the snow,
Martha the midwife's cottage roof rests peacefully below.
That star 's so nice and friendly, it's winking, do you see?
Well, now I'll tell a story; you must listen well to ...