norway, bergen

Rose of Bergen

It's raining again
I got no cause to complain
There's  shelter anyway
Down at the harbour cafe.

Lodged in the Cathedral wall
There is a cannonball
Arne plays the saw
Got teeth like a pike wagin' war.

One thing I know that's for certain
Is the love for my Rose of Bergen
One thing I know that's for sure
I'll never need anything more than her.

She's made from brackish stone
And Norwegian mountain snow
Wherever I roam,
I'll return to her hearth and her home.


© Severn Dwyer. 2010

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