Blackbird: Listening Room
Now it is sunny and warm on the point
And Lake Siljan embraces with its arms of blue;
The seeds rattle in the field
And all men will go out to harvest.
See here my whetstone and tub
And food in my bag to go out to the meadow
Now it's time to go do what's needed
I’ll surely be sweating before it’s done.
Little Anna, I've finished your rake
And carved your name in the handle.
Don't step into the stream, I'll carry you,
Carry you your whole life through if you'll be mine.
Don't be afraid, it's not so dangerous
You don't have to wet your small feet.
No, I shall carry you well.
It is so good that we are two.
The one supports so easily the other,
It's no fun to walk alone.
Together we wander out in the field;
One person can't do much useful, but two can.
What I fell, you rake together
And later carry into the barn.
Come let us walk in pleasure
Until God harvests his own.
You surely don't think I'd betray you
And forget you in pursuit of goods and gold?
One doesn't find happiness in wealth
Nor contentment from money.
But if, of all the fates, one owns
A true friend to the end,
Then can one be happy in death,
Then has one done as God willed.
Thank you, girl, you barely whisper
In my ear, but it sounds like 'Yes.'
Of course, we'll have bread to eat, it will be all right
If we are careful with our money.
With diligence and prayer and with true love
I'm sure we'll manage.
God gives us grain in our small barn
And thinks of us first and last.
See now it begins, the grass lies
Fallen where the harvester has been.
In vain the flower begs for her life,
Now her short spring is over.
And the flower falls from her stem
When the harvester comes with his scythe
And close in his footsteps there walks an angel
Who gathers and carries all in.