Birth of the Harp

歌詞

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!