Amorphis - Elegy : Elegy
 

Amorphis



Elegy



Elegy





Long evenings full on longing



Low-spirited my mornings



Full of longing too my nights



And all times the bitterest.



'Tis my lovely I long for



It is my darling I miss



My black-browed one I grieve for.







There's no hearing my treasure



No seeing my marten-breat



No hearing her in the lane



Driving below the window



Chopping the wood by the stack



Clinking outside the cook-house:







In the eart my berry lies



In the soil she's mouldering



Under the sand my sweet one



Beneath the grass my treasure



The one I grieve for.