My Heart's Song

Absalon, my son, that I could have died for you, my son. Life holds no pleasure, let me descent to hell, weeping Grove of Tuoni, grove of evening, There a sandy cradle is waiting, There I will carry my child. There the child is free from sorrow In the wood, in the meadow Tending the cattle of Tuoni. There my child is free from sorrow When the evening casts it's shadow Rocked in the cradle of Tuoni. There my child is free from sorrow, Lulled to sleep by a birdsong mellow, Rocked in a cradle of gold. Peace of Tuoni, far from passion Far away from man's oppression Far from the treacherous world.