In our days of sorrow
With tears in the eyes
I went to the oaken palace
For the kings advice
Ill tell about the
strangers
Who came from the southern lands
Who burned our wooden houses
And stole our bread
There were children played in
the sun
The golden seas of ears ripened
Now my soul is weeping for them
My land is mute and grey-haired winds of ashes
fly
The bitter smoke will disperse
The day will break again
The trees will rise
The ashes will be gone with the
rain
But pain is taking my heart
Ill speak to the mighty king
For those who nevermore
Will see another spring
There
were children played in the sun
The golden seas of ears ripened
Now my soul is weeping for them
My land is mute and grey-haired
winds of ashes fly
I walk through snowy mountains
Where no ones been before
I see the light of blazes
That burnt my
home
I walk through snowy mountains
And treasure faith and hope
I see the shade of evil
That look it all
There were
children played in the sun
The golden seas of ears ripened
Now my soul is weeping for them
My land is mute and grey-haired winds
of ashes fly
Once we ploughed our rich earth
And drank our rowan wine for thee
Now, my king, were hungry and lost
The hope
is gone, the leaves dont grow on blackened trees
