Elegy

Amorphis Elegy (1996) Album 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. Beneath the grass my treasure Under the sand my sweet one Beneath the grass my treasure Under the sand my sweet one 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 Clinkin