Birth of the Harp - Amberian Dawn

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!