Amorphis - My Kantele (acoustic reprise) Lyrics
Who say that music reckon that the kanteleWas fashioned by GodOut of a great pike's shouldersFrom a water-dog's hooked bones:It was mouldered from sorrowIt's belly out of hard daysIts sound board from endless woesIts strings gathered from tormentsAnd it pegs from other illsTruly they lie, they talk utter nonsenseSo it will not play, will not rejoice at allMusic will not play to pleaseGive off the right sort of joyFor it was fashioned from caresMouldered from sorrow