Amorphis - Elegy Lyrics

Long evening's 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

There's no hearing my treasure
No seeing my marten breast
No hearing her in the lane

Driving below the window
Chopping the wood by the stack
Clinking outside the cook house
In the heart, my berry lies

In the soil, she's moldering
Under the sand, my sweet one
Beneath the grass my treasure
The one I grieve for