Rednecks in Norway? Happy birthday Sven!!!

We sang this sappy song at the rest home the other evening with the song group that comes, then I found this hilarious clip on utube.
Be sure to sing along!


English lyrics:

Happy childhood memories include mom's cooking pot
It's out in an old field now where only wild flowers grow
It's worn out from the ladle, from rust and wear and tear
But no one can tell stories like this old cooking pot

Moms old cooking pot, mom's old cooking pot
Happy childhood memories include mom's cooking pot.

It's a long long time ago and many years have passed
Mom and dad are passed away, they've entered into rest
But I can still recall today the noise as we all ate
When all of us were satisfied from moms old cooking pot

Moms old cooking pot, mom's old cooking pot
Happy childhood memories include mom's cooking pot.

The old pot could tell us all about our dear old dad
Our dad who in those hard times could fill the kettle up
To feed so many ki-ds in sunshine and in cold
Also him who blessed our food, even poor man's meat

Moms old cooking pot, mom's old cooking pot
Happy childhood memories include mom's cooking pot.

I hear the birds singing like the time when we were kids
And the sky is the same, ever young and blue
But among the bitter memories there is a great joy
For God has planted flowers by moms old cooking pot

GRYTA HENNAR MOR

BLANT LJOSE BARNEMINNE ER GRYTA HENNAR MOR,
HO STÅR PÅ GAMLE TOMTER DER VILLE BLOMAR GROR
HO ER NOK SLITT AV SLEIVA, AV RUST OG TIDAS TANN
MEN INGEN KAN FORTELJA SOM GAMLE GRYTA KAN

GRYTA HENNAR MOR
BLANT LJOSE BARNEMINNE ER
GRYTA HENNAR MOR

NO ER DET LENGE SIDAN, OG MANGE ÅR HAR GÅTT
FAR OG MOR ER BORTE, SI KVILA HAR DE FÅTT
MEN ENDÅ KAN EG HØYRA STÅKET KRING VÅRT BORD
DÅ ALLE SKULLE METTAST AV GRYTA HENNAR MOR

REFR. GRYTA HENNAR…OSV

OG GRYTA KAN FORTEJA OM GODE, SNILLE FAR
SOM GJENNOM TUNGE TIDER SI BØR TIL GRYTA BAR
I SLIT FOR MANGE UNGAR, I SOLSKIN, SOM I FROST
OM DEN SOM SIGNAR MATEN, SJØL FATTIGMANNENS KOST

REFR. GRYTA HENNAR …OSV

EG HØYRER FUGLEN SYNGJA, SOM DENGONG VI VAR SMÅ
OG HIMLEN ER DEN SAME, EVIG UNG OG BLÅ
MEN BLANT DEI SÅRE MINNE, DER ER EI GLEDE STOR
FOR GUD HAR PLANTA BLOMAR KRING GRYTA HENNAR MOR

REFR. GRYTA HENNAR ..OSV