Det Var En Lørdag Aften
Det var en lørdag aften
Jeg sad og vented dig
Det var en lørdag aften
Jeg sad og vented dig
Du lovede mig at komme vist
Men du kom ej til mig
Du lovede mig at komme vist
Men du kom ej til mig
One Saturday at sunset
I waited patiently
One Saturday at sunset
I waited patiently
And you promised me you would come
But you came not to me
You promised me you would come
But you came not to me
Come to me
Jeg lagde mig på sengen
Og græd så bitterlig
Jeg lagde mig på sengen
Og græd så bitterlig
Og hver en gang, at døren gik
Jeg troede, det var dig
Og hver en gang, at døren gik
Jeg troede, det var dig
I lay upon my bed
And I wept so bitterly
I lay upon my bed
And I wept so bitterly
With every footstep at the door
I thought you came to me
With every footstep at the door
I thought you came to me
Come to me
Come to me
Hvor kan man plukke roser
Hvor ingen roser gror
How can you gather roses
Where roses do not grow
Hvor kan man finde kærlighed
Hvor kærlighed ej bor
A heart that changes like the wind
True love we'll never, never know
Come to me
Come to me
Det var en lørdag aften
Come to me
Det var en lørdag aften
Det var en lørdag aften
Jeg sad og vented dig
Jeg sad og vented dig
Det var en lørdag aften
Jeg sad og vented dig
Du lovede mig at komme vist
Men du kom ej til mig
Du lovede mig at komme vist
Men du kom ej til mig
One Saturday at sunset
I waited patiently
One Saturday at sunset
I waited patiently
And you promised me you would come
But you came not to me
You promised me you would come
But you came not to me
Come to me
Jeg lagde mig på sengen
Og græd så bitterlig
Jeg lagde mig på sengen
Og græd så bitterlig
Og hver en gang, at døren gik
Jeg troede, det var dig
Og hver en gang, at døren gik
Jeg troede, det var dig
I lay upon my bed
And I wept so bitterly
I lay upon my bed
And I wept so bitterly
With every footstep at the door
I thought you came to me
With every footstep at the door
I thought you came to me
Come to me
Come to me
Hvor kan man plukke roser
Hvor ingen roser gror
How can you gather roses
Where roses do not grow
Hvor kan man finde kærlighed
Hvor kærlighed ej bor
A heart that changes like the wind
True love we'll never, never know
Come to me
Come to me
Det var en lørdag aften
Come to me
Det var en lørdag aften
Det var en lørdag aften
Jeg sad og vented dig
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Writer(s): Dp, Peter Abrahamsen, Nicolai Grundtvig
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