Amorphis - Elegy lyrics

Long evenings 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-breat No hearing her in the lane Driving below the window Chopping the wood by the stack Clinking outside the cook-house: In the eart my berry lies In the soil she's mouldering Under the sand my sweet one Beneath the gra** my treasure The one i grieve for.