Life Songs

THE FINGER BOWL

The Finger Bowl

It was just a finger bowl
But it told of days gone by
In a land no longer nigh
And the tale was joy and dole
She was young and life was good
And she knew no stress or cares
And the man she loved was fair
As the garden where he stood
Should she choose her fatherís gold
Or the heart her lover gave?
O ye wise! What would ye have?
But the maid was very bold.

They have crossed the deep blue sea.
They have made a forest home
And the lordly moose do roam
Through the valleys where they be.

And their children have that bowl
It is full of sweat and tears,
And a host of vanquished fears,
And the tale is joy not dole.



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