[Verse 1]
Sorrow is my bread
And
tears I drink as wine
Oblivion my happines
s
Ground under teeth of time
For cold be the stone
When
frost ve devoured the land
Consolation is no gift
Of winter’s icy hand
Upon a crust of snow
I’ll
lay my broken frame
What steel and iron won’t take
I’ll
give in winter’s name
No good a sullen sout no
use a simple knave
No groom for brides of plaited hair
This
man old and lame
[Verse 2]
If only I could breathe
To
see the sun of may
But still longer are the n
ights than days
As I
wither away
Came the man of crown
With
sound of war drums beat
Said no sword arm’s strong enough
With
out my two good feet
Upon a crust of snow
I’ll
lay my broken frame
What steel and iron won’t take
I’ll
give in winter’s name
No good a sullen sout no
use a simple knave
No groom for brides of plaited hair
This
man old and lame
No good a sullen sout no
use a simple knave
No groom for brides of plaited hair
This
man old and lame
But not overlooked am I
In
eyes of the maid I’ll wed
I’ll
reap the crops of Tuonela
My
bride’s wealth in d
eath
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