A keresés eredménye

For My Sister

Now on the bog in yellow sedge there is a wind of spring
and legends rise around the island in the Berga Falls
Excuse a touch of bitter joy, to my guitar I'll sing
the strength to cure us like the tender sweet gale health recalls
 
A song for you my sister when the earth's expecting spring
Luossa's heather's full of lively wind and frantic bees
that's where we learnt in infancy the walk of suffering
and how to drain our childhood's cup of sorrow to the lees
 
But glorious glorious spring came on each year in roses veiled
though stinging sorrow found our hearts and whitened our cheeks
One day you knelt before the King, one night your courage failed
and then you drank salvation out of mountains, hills and creeks
 
Come out when storm is raging in the fruit and willow trees
Look at the burning skies of spring our Lord and stars to praise
the mignonette outside your wall to your sweet slumber sees
then roses cry, come out to us and sleep in our embrace!