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The second song I’ll be singing in Edinburgh is a tribute to my wife of 25 years and the island we lived on for 17 of those:

Grønne lanterner lyser i natten;
grønne lanterner viser mig vej;
grønne lanterner, så nu kan jeg finde
  Fanø, min havn og dig.

Green are the lanterns that shine in the night;
green are the lanterns that show me the light;
green are the lanterns that usher me through
  to Fanö, my home, and you.

    – Ann Bilde

  I’ve climbed upon
the mountains of Snowdonia,
  made my way down
  by stick and ski.
  I’ve wandered through
the hills of Catalonia,
  where feeling’s strong
  and thoughts are free.
I spent my youth in Scotland,
and when I flew the nest
I went with you to Jutland,
and then we moved out west.
  I’ve walked across
Skye in Caledonia;
  thought that was where
  my heart would be.

  But I woke one day
  and broke away
from every point of view.
  I was bound for Rome,
  but I found a home,
on Fanö, thanks to you.

  I’ve camped out in
the open on Orcadia;
  the roar of silence
  thrilled my ear.
  I’ve stood out on
a cliff top in Arcadia;
  the misty light
  was crystal clear.
I spent my youth in Scotland,
and when I flew the nest
I went with you to Jutland,
and then we moved out west,
  where light’s more bright
and shade is even shadier,
  and there’s a silence
  the mind can’t hear.

  I woke one day
  and broke away
from every point of view.
  I was bound for Rome,
  but I found a home,
on Fanö, thanks to you.

  I’ve clowned around
the gardens of Elysia;
  I’ve sung and danced
  on Oxford’s lawn.
  I’ve ridden in
the desert in Tunisia
  on Christmas Morning
  to see the dawn.
I spent my youth in Scotland,
and when I flew the nest
I went with you to Jutland,
and then we moved out west.
  I’ve travelled to
the rest of what was Frisia,
  but that’s not where
  my feet are drawn.

  ’Cause I woke one day
  and broke away
from every point of view.
  I was bound for Rome,
  but I found a home,
on Fanö, thanks to you.

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