Lyrics Birth of the Harp - Amberian Dawn

Birth of the Harp

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!