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The Stockholm Reel by Jonatan

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The Stockholm Reel by Jonatan - Folk music cover art

The Stockholm Reel

Folk

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From the rolling hills of Galway to the Stockholm city square,
I traded misty mornings for the crisp cold Nordic air!
Got a banjo on my shoulder, and the pipes are in my grip,
A Celtic soul with a wondrous heart, on a Stenringen trip!
The locals sometimes stare a bit, they've never seen the like,
A kilted man with a fiery beard, who came here for the crike!
Hear the bagpipes start to scream, a wild and joyful sound!
The banjo picks a frantic reel, we're stomping on the ground!
The drums kick in, a thunder roll, a friendly, fierce attack!
We're the Swedish Celts, we're here to play, and we ain't turning back!
With a cheer and a roar, we fill the night, banish all the fears,
Bringing ancient reels to Swedish ears!
In a cozy pub in Södermalm, where candles glow so warm,
We're playing tunes and telling tales, a perfect Celtic storm!
They bring us beer and heavy steins, and raise them to the light,
They're learning jigs and shouting slash, with all of their might!
From the fjords to the glens, the spirit feels the same,
A love for music, friends and drink, a wild and happy game!
Hear the bagpipes start to scream, a wild and joyful sound!
The banjo picks a frantic reel, we're stomping on the ground!
The drums kick in, a thunder roll, a friendly, fierce attack!
We're the Swedish Celts, we're here to play, and we ain't turning back!
With a cheer and a roar, we fill the night, banish all the fears,
Bringing ancient reels to Swedish ears!
The pipes will play a lonely air, a melody of home,
Then the banjo answers back and says, I'm not alone!
It's a conversation, strong and proud, a fusion bold and new,
A Viking spirit, fierce and true, with a Celtic heart shot through!
Hear the bagpipes start to scream, a wild and joyful sound!
The banjo picks a frantic reel, we're stomping on the ground!
The drums kick in, a thunder roll, a friendly, fierce attack!
We're the Swedish Celts, we're here to play, and we ain't turning back!
With a cheer and a roar, we fill the night, banish all the fears,
Bringing ancient reels to Swedish ears!