[Intro]
Cm Bb Bb Cm 8x
[Verse]
Cm Bb Cm
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Bb Cm
Who say that music reckon that the kantele
Bb
Was fashioned by a god
Cm
Out of a great pike's shoulders
Bb
From a water-dog's hooked bones
Cm
It was moulded from sorrow
[Interlude]
Cm Bb Bb Cm 2x
[Chorus]
Cm Bb Cm
Its belly out of hard days
Cm
Bb Cm
Its soundboard from endless woes
Cm Bb Cm
Its strings gathered from torments, and its pegs from other ills
Cm Bb Cm
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Gm Dm Bb C 4x
[Interlude]
Cm Bb Bb Cm 4x
[Chorus]
Cm Bb Cm
Its belly out of hard days
Cm Bb Cm
Its soundboard from endless woes
Cm Bb Cm
Its strings gathered from torments, and its pegs from other ills
Cm Bb Cm
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Gm Dm Bb C 8x
[Outro]
Cm Bb Bb Ab Ab Bb Cm Bb 10x