We used to walk along in white nights in Stockholm
Up above the sky blue birds were singing and flying over a cathedral dome
We used to sail along in the early morning bay,
glowing in the sunshine we believed that our true love was there to stay.
But it was such a short time, our summer days were gone
Now I am all alone in my dear old Stockholm,
wandering around to find a blue bird in the city that I call home
da capo al fine
wandering around to find a blue bird in the city that I call home.