Chords for Skånska slott och herresäten

_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ And the sky wanders sun, stars and [F#] moon,
And throws its most beautiful light over [B] Skåne.
On Höga, on Låga, [E] on Stortopp and Snott,
On _ [B] Statarens Koja, on [F#] _ [B] Edlingens Slott.
The moonbeam looks in through the glass without [F#] cracks,
And draws on the floor, the iron-smooth [B] floor.
Beautiful young woman dreams [E] in May night light,
That [B] the free man comes to _ Glimminge Hus.
On the way to Bokskogen, Malmö, she [F#] glows,
To the row of shining windows on the [B] tower.
To taste the cake [E] _ baked on a skewer,
She [B] begs you to be gracious, the free woman cries.
_ Where the red animals are hiding [F#] behind grey-white trunks,
You see top layers with bridges and [B] dams.
Far away from the system [E] and the spray and the city,
[B] Where the taxman _ [F#] _ _
Askan is fooling the taxman.
With the gate through the house and old _ [F#] canals,
_ The sea still creates signals for the hunt.
_ [B] _ _
The king himself in his grace goes [E] there from his castle,
And [B] shoots phases with the trenches dry.
And after that he greets the Baron [F#] Troll,
And hunts and plays his song [B] and his troll.
_ While the [E] Baron's demons pick grass,
[B] And the troll's nose is covered with rhino horns. _ _
_ _ And the storks also believe in the lord of Borgø,
[F#] But the storks in Skåne get fewer every year.
[B] _ _
When the park at Borgø smells [E] of Christmas,
_ Then his snorkeling voice is [F#] his [B] woodwind violin. _
To the fire and the village from the dam and the [F#] mow,
From Stockholm to Skåne, his royal [B] highness goes.
_ He longs for London [E] where the numbers grow, _
[B] And dreams of Sunday and _ Sofie and Ro. _ _ _ _ _