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You can sing of Henrik Ibsen, you may sing of Edvard Grieg
You can talk all night about Amundsen,
But it’s all the one to me.
For my heart lies in a valley, in the high Norwegian hills
And you’ve never seen such a sweet colleen
And I doubt that you ever will.

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She’s the rose among the flowers.
She’s the gold in the mountain stream.
She’s the morning dew in the summer time.
She’s a jewel of emerald green.
She’s one in a hundred million.
She gets me hair to curl.
She has my heart on fire. She’s my one desire.
She’s my blue-eyed mountain girl.

As I was going over the Dovre mountains high
Where Sinclair and his men were slain
I stopped by the Lågen side.
And it’s there that she came up to me,
As I sat there upon my own.
And we danced all night till the morning light,
And we laughed all the way back home.

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The Blue-Eyed Mountain Girl

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(McKeever/Trad. Arr. FREE BEER)

Produced by McKeever/Ulen/Lognseth

Recorded and mixed at Lognseth's Lounge, June 2011 at NRK studios, Lillehammer.

Ah, but then, sure I had to leave her,
As the old songs always go.
Guitar in hand, into No-Man’s-Land
Where the jigs and the reels do flow.
So I stick it out for the summer,
As you do when the going’s fine.
But my blue-eyed gal up in Gudbrandsdal
She is always on my mind.

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Back up to Gardermoen, off up the motorway.
By the time I got to Vinstra I could nearly smell the tae.
On past the Kolonialen, on the Rocky Road to Sel.
And in half an hour, I was in the arms
Of the girl that I loved so well.

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So if you find yourself in Norway,
Or there in the neighbourhood
You can get your kicks on the old E6
Before it disappears for good.
Drive north past all the road works.
It gets better as you go along.
Then turn left, down into Otta town
And raise a glass in song.

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