Songs

Post N° 52

Long evenings full of longing
Low-spirited my mornings
Full of longing too my nights
And all the time the bitterest
'Tis my lovely I long for
It is my darling I miss
My black-browed one I grieve for

Beneath the grass my trasure
Under the sand my sweet one
Beneath the grass my treasure
Under the sand my sweet one

There's no hearing my treasure
No seeing my marten-breast
No hearing her in the lane
Driving below the window
Chopping the wood by the stack
Clinking outside the cook-house:
In the earth my berry lies

Beneath the grass my trasure
Under the sand my sweet one
Beneath the grass my treasure
Under the sand my sweet one

Long evenings full of longing
Low-spirited my mornings
Full of longing too my nights
And all the time the bitterest

There's no hearing my treasure
No seeing my marten-breast
No hearing her in the lane
Driving below the window
Chopping the wood by the stack
Clinking outside the cook-house:
In the earth my berry lies

In the soil she's mouldering
Under the sand my sweet one
Beneath the grass my trasure
The one I grieve for

AMORPHIS . ELEGY