Amorphis-Elegy

Elegy


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.

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.