In My Heart

It was a pleasant winter morning, In my musical instrument the delightful folk songs were in full swing, One after another I listened to those spellbound, With a tranquil spirit and pleasant mind I grasped all in my heart. It was a glorious time, I smelt the true soil of the earth, As the great songs were on, The delightful folk songs were known to me And I felt the songs too knew my inner soul well; Such a great feeling, a great bond with the traditional music That I had developed for years, never to be alienated. I knew not how long the lovely spell of the great songs had continued, When I woke up, I found myself sitting on my cozy chair, completely unaware of the worldly affairs.