Guds Spelemän
Var äro de män som drogo här vägen fram Med milda ögon och sorgsna för brott och skam Små bröder i mörka skogar med ulv och snö Var äro de män som drogo så stort att dö De logo bara för drivan och köld och pil Små bröder i mörka skogar med mil på mil Från människors hyll och gårdar där ondskan satt Vem hör deras silverklockor i molntung natt Var äro de bröder gångna och spelemän I dalen sade man mig att de lever än
The Fiddlers of God
Where are those men who wandered upon the roads With gentle eyes so saddened by crime and shame Small brothers in the dark forests with wolves and snow Where are those men who march onward towards death They grimaced only for snowdrifts, and cold and arrows Small brothers in dark forests, wandering mile upon mile From people's homes and farms where wickedness lies Who hears their silver bells in the cloudy night? Where have the brothers and the musicians gone In the valley they have told me they're still alive This poem is written by the Swedish poet Nils Ferlin. The melody is by Per Alhbom; it was the first non-traditional tune we have recorded that we haven't written ourselves. When Emma sang it for us, we were attracted by the harshness and rawness of the lyrics as well as the melody.