Timothy Carroll

Timothy Carroll

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Danshyttan

Written By: Timothy Carroll

Danshyttan*
*Note: pronounced ‘dunce- who- tun’ this is the name of a small town in central Sweden where this song was written.

We went swimming in the old blue lake,
where her daddy’s mumma learnt to skate.
We went swimming in the old blue lake,
floating breathless on her cold namesake.

We went searching in the old coalmine,
where those pale young men had died.
We went searching in the old coalmine,
and she kissed me in the candlelight.

And when the darkest nights of August came,
we would be so very far away.
‘Cause he had been so very reckless and so brave.
I see now what she gave away.

We went walking on the old train track,
in the forests from the books I had,
read in wonder as my Father’s son,
she named the flowers that where watching on.

She told me;
Up in those mining hills,
an almost forgotten hermit lives,
without a lover and without wealth too,
he gave it all for his solitude.

And when the darkest nights of August came,
we would be so very far away.
‘Cause she had been so very reckless and so brave.
I see now what she gave away.

And by the light of the midnight sun,
I held on to my love.
And though she dipped she never fell,
I held my Isabel.
I held my Isabel.