Lyrics Forever Young, Forever Beautiful - Jens Lekman

Forever Young, Forever Beautiful

In Milwaukee, I met a mountaineer
He told me how he’d taken an old lady from there
To one of those famous mountaintops
Where her husband once had perished and dropped
Being a gymnast, she was in very good shape
But once in a while they had to stop for a break
To warm their hands on a cup of java
As he helped her put on her balaclava
It’d been forty-two years he had heard
But the man’s body was quite well preserved
From the permanent cold, he was
Forever young, forever beautiful
Forever young, forever beautiful
Forever young
On the way down, her cheeks were redder
Redder than the reddest apple
They set up their tent at base camp
Crawled into their sleeping bags
And she lit a candle
She said
You should have seen him in his summer clothes
The short pants that gently exposed
His calves that spoke of hidden treasures
Golden ratios, unknown pleasures
She told him how their bodies had together bloomed
The first time they did it in her student room
How she had got on top of him
So she could see everything
Reflecting the light off the moon
Forever young, forever beautiful
Forever young, forever beautiful
Forever young