My Kantele 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 moulded from sorrow
horus
Its belly out of hard days
Its soundboard from endless woes
Its strings gathered from torments, and its pegs from other ills
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
horus
Its belly out of hard days
Its soundboard from endless woes
Its strings gathered from torments, and its pegs from other ills
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense