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

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

• Artist:Amorphis
• Album:Elegy (1996)