This is how the lucky feel
How the blessed might think
Like daybreak in spring
The sun on a spring morning.
Like the flat brink of a cloud.
Like a dark night in autumn
But how do I feel...in my gloomy depths?
This is how the lucky feel, how the blessed think.
Like daybreak in spring
Like the flat brink of a cloud.
Like a dark night in autumn
A black winter day
This is how the lucky feel, how the blessed think
Like daybreak in spring, the sun on a spring morning
Like the flat brink of a cloud
Like a dark night in autumn
A black winter day
No, darker than that
Gloomier that an autumn night.
Folk Of The North
(Instrumental)
Moon and Sun
Where has the sun gone from us?
Where is the moon lost to us?
The moon will not gleam at all
Nor will the sun shine at all
Death open's it's mouth, the son of the Northlander
Came to look, to listen
"There beyond the river is hero walking"
He took one step and hurried another
To the North's shore he hurried
He drew his sword, wrenched the iron
Snatched from the sheath the harsh one
Upon whose point the moon shone
Upon whose hilt the sun flashed
Upon whoes back a horse stands
He uttered a word, spoke thus,
"There the sun has gone from you.
The sun gone and the moon lost"
Moon and Sun Part 2: North's son.
Go, look at the moon and inspect the sun.
Now they are in the sky.
Right in their old places.
Hail, moon, for gleeming.
Fair one for showing your face.
Dear sun for dawning.
And daylight for comming up!
Dear moon, you're out from the rock.
Fair day from the cliff.
You've risen as a golden cuckoo, as a silver dove.
Up to where you used to live.
Fare well now upon your way, upon your journey.
Sweetly end your curve beautifully.
Come at evening into joy!