Amorphis - Song of the Troubled One lyrics
[Amorphis - Song of the Troubled One lyrics]
What the thrush toils at
The partridge asks for the hapless one takes
The troubled one steals puts upon a spade
Sets on a runner hides under a door
Shields with a bath-whisk
The farmer hammers and tempers his spears
Marries off his sons hands out his daughters
In boots clogged with clay in fancy mittens
The sea-swell rumbles and the wind it blows
And the king hears it from five miles away
From six directions from seven backwoods
From eight heaths away
And the wind still blows
The farmer hammers and tempers his spears
Marries off his sons hands out his daughters
In boots clogged with clay in fancy mittens
Song of the troubled one
The partridge asks for the hapless one takes
The troubled one steals puts upon a spade
Sets on a runner hides under a door
Shields with a bath-whisk
The farmer hammers and tempers his spears
Marries off his sons hands out his daughters
In boots clogged with clay in fancy mittens
The sea-swell rumbles and the wind it blows
And the king hears it from five miles away
From six directions from seven backwoods
From eight heaths away
And the wind still blows
The farmer hammers and tempers his spears
Marries off his sons hands out his daughters
In boots clogged with clay in fancy mittens
Song of the troubled one