My Kantele
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โฑ๏ธ 5:03 duration
๐ ID: 9611298
๐ Lyrics
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Who say that music reckon that the kantele
Was fashioned by a god
Out of a great pike's shoulders
From a water-dog's hooked bones:
It was made from the grief
Moulded from sorrow
Its belly out of hard days
Its soundboard from endless woes
Its strings gathered from torments
And its pegs from other ills
So it will not play, will not rejoice at all
Music will not play to please
Give off the right sort of joy
For it was fashioned from cares
Moulded from sorrow
Who say that music reckon that the kantele
Was fashioned by a god
Out of a great pike's shoulders
From a water-dog's hooked bones:
It was made from the grief
Moulded from sorrow
Its belly out of hard days
Its soundboard from endless woes
Its strings gathered from torments
And its pegs from other ills
So it will not play, will not rejoice at all
Music will not play to please
Give off the right sort of joy
For it was fashioned from cares
Moulded from sorrow
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:49.71] Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
[00:55.35] Who say that music reckon that the kantele
[01:01.40] Was fashioned by a god
[01:04.29] Out of a great pike's shoulders
[01:07.07] From a water-dog's hooked bones:
[01:10.38] It was made from the grief
[01:17.39]
[01:44.34] Moulded from sorrow
[01:44.68] Its belly out of hard days
[01:50.22] Its soundboard from endless woes
[01:56.15] Its strings gathered from torments
[01:58.76] And its pegs from other ills
[02:03.43]
[03:50.01] So it will not play, will not rejoice at all
[03:55.22]
[03:57.75] Music will not play to please
[04:05.65] Give off the right sort of joy
[04:08.85]
[04:13.63] For it was fashioned from cares
[04:18.48] Moulded from sorrow
[04:20.01]
[00:55.35] Who say that music reckon that the kantele
[01:01.40] Was fashioned by a god
[01:04.29] Out of a great pike's shoulders
[01:07.07] From a water-dog's hooked bones:
[01:10.38] It was made from the grief
[01:17.39]
[01:44.34] Moulded from sorrow
[01:44.68] Its belly out of hard days
[01:50.22] Its soundboard from endless woes
[01:56.15] Its strings gathered from torments
[01:58.76] And its pegs from other ills
[02:03.43]
[03:50.01] So it will not play, will not rejoice at all
[03:55.22]
[03:57.75] Music will not play to please
[04:05.65] Give off the right sort of joy
[04:08.85]
[04:13.63] For it was fashioned from cares
[04:18.48] Moulded from sorrow
[04:20.01]