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