Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense Who say that music reckon that the kantele Was fashioned by God Out…
In the vale where I once listened out for the light Where the little birds warble The ptarmigans babble And…
What the thrush toils at The partridge asks for The hapless one takes The troubled one steals Puts upon a…
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense Who say that music reckon that the kantele Was fashioned by a god…
Old folk remember And those today learn How before their time Life was different here: Without the sun people lived…
The calloo's spirits are low Swimming on the chill water But the orphan's are lower Walking down the village street.…
The Devils weds a widow Death another's leftovers Better to lie on a willows Rest on alder boughs Then upon…