Note: I found this on Erik’s computer after his passing. I wanted to share it with you.
When the evening was late and everyone went up to bed
My Grandmother would quietly slip down to the cellar
She’d use a gentle light to cast shadows in the bins
That held potatoes and the loafs of homemade bread
In a gentle light the sounds of Tovdal fiddles could be heard
The smile on her face would compliment the wrinkles on her brow
She’d hold out an arm and shuffle her feet
Do a half Moon-Walk and start to turn around
Grab a loaf of bread and balance it above her head
Min bestemor likte å danse
Når kvelden var sen og alle gikk opp til sengs
Min bestemor ville stille ned i kjelleren
Hun brukte et mildt lys for å kaste skygger i søppelkassene
Det holdt poteter og hjemmelagde brød
Lyden av Tovdalsfeler kunne høres i bakgrunnen
Smilet i ansiktet hennes ville komplimentere rynkene på pannen hennes
Hun rakte ut en arm og stokket med føttene
Gjør en halv Moon-Walk og begynn å snu
Ta et brød og balanser det over hodet hennes