A keresés eredménye

Walking Staff Material

Not all seeds flew
To where the land was best
Some took root
Where the cliff was steepest
 
All of them wanted up
Dreamed themselves big
But fate did not give them all the same soil
 
Some became straight branches on the sunny hillside
Others warped among rocky cliffs on the shadow side
 
Many a useful wood could I mention
But don't search sunny hillsides if you need walking staff material
 

Green Leaves In The Snow

I have a little field
A field where i sow
But long is out winter
And late is our spring
Now it's the middle of summer
And I sow while the birch stands
With green leaves in the snow
Green leaves...
 
A grey wind howls in the fjord
And the northern wind reigns
And my neighbour, Tomas
Comes strolling and predicts
That never shall there be growing weather
When the birch woods stand
With green leaves in the snow
Green leaves, green leaves...
 
I guess I'm a Tomas myself
With what little I sow
With what little I possess
Of faith in good years
If only I was like the birch
Like the birch, where she stands
With green leaves in the snow
Green leaves, green leaves, green leaves...