On Rich And Poor

Amorphis

Old folk remember

And those today learn

How before their time

Life was different here:



Without the sun people lived

Groped about without the moon

With candles sowing was done

Planting performed with torched.



At the time we lived

Without the sunshine

Who had covered up our sun

And who had hidden our moon?



Without the moonlight stumbled

With our fists fumbled the land

With our hands we sought out roads

With hands roads, with fingers swamps

We could seek out the sun

Who spy out the moon?

Who else if not God

The one son of God?