Birth Of The Harp
The ancient singer went
Lamenting through the forest,
Heard the birch wailing
Now drawing nearer he asks the sacred birch tree
"Why art thou weeping?"
Giving wood a shape of a harp!
Weep no more thou sacred birch tree
Grieve no more, my dear friend and my brother
I will turn thy grief to joy and fortune
Make thee laugh and sing with gladness and joy
The ancient singer made
A magic harp from birch wood
Fashioned of summer
He takes the harp in his hands
Turns the arch up, looking skyward
And magic notes follow!
Weep no more thou sacred birch tree
Grieve no more, my dear friend and my brother
I will turn thy grief to joy and fortune!
Make thee laugh and sing with gladness and joy!
Lamenting through the forest,
Heard the birch wailing
Now drawing nearer he asks the sacred birch tree
"Why art thou weeping?"
Giving wood a shape of a harp!
Weep no more thou sacred birch tree
Grieve no more, my dear friend and my brother
I will turn thy grief to joy and fortune
Make thee laugh and sing with gladness and joy
The ancient singer made
A magic harp from birch wood
Fashioned of summer
He takes the harp in his hands
Turns the arch up, looking skyward
And magic notes follow!
Weep no more thou sacred birch tree
Grieve no more, my dear friend and my brother
I will turn thy grief to joy and fortune!
Make thee laugh and sing with gladness and joy!